Chapter 1Captive Hearts: Catfishing the Kingpin's Son

I had just closed a ten-million-dollar deal. The entire compound was popping champagne and lighting fireworks.

Suddenly, the Young Master stormed into the compound, an assault rifle in hand, and pressed the cold barrel against my forehead.

"Who the f*** taught you to flirt with eight men at the same time?"

Trembling in terror, I pointed a shaking finger at the man next to me, who was calmly lighting a cigar.

"Your dad."

The Young Master: "So, it was you who made her play with my feelings?"

His Dad: "So, this ten million dollars... you scammed it from my son?"

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In the damp, gloomy basement, I was clutching my phone, playing hard-to-get with the man on the screen.

"Stop contacting me. I’m getting married."

"If I fill the gap in your father’s company funds, does that mean you don’t have to marry that other guy?"

"What do you take me for? I wouldn't take your money even if I were selling my body on the street."

"You’d take that other guy’s money but not mine? What does that mean?"

"You’re different."

"Don’t give me that bullshit. If you don’t send me your account number tonight, we are done. I’m blocking you immediately."

I feigned helplessness, typed out the offshore account number, and added a final hook: "Even if you send it, I won’t touch a cent. If you force me, I’ll kill myself."

After sending that, the sound of glock slides racking echoed around me. Several guns were pointed at my head.

I felt like my head would be blown off in the next second.

Then, the software chimed: Received $1,500,000.

The compound boss, Victor, slammed his hand on the desk.

"That's a wrap. Light the fireworks."

Only then did my soul return to my body.

I immediately blocked and deleted the contact saved as [Bryce / 6'2" / London / Rich & Lonely].