Netori
The CEO I Catfished
After being bullied by the prettiest girl in class for three years.
I did something vile: I used her photos to start an online relationship with a rich second-generation heir.
He was gentle and polite, generous with money. His only flaw was that his desires were a little too intense.
Before long, relying on sweet talk, I got four years’ worth of college tuition out of him.
On the day I decided to break up with him, I asked as if it had only just occurred to me:
“Baby, if I suddenly disappeared, what would you do?”
He gave a soft laugh, his tone dangerous. “Babe, don’t make jokes like that. I don’t like it.”
I didn’t cave to pressure. I deleted him on my end.
Later, by sheer coincidence, the prettiest girl in class and I ended up interning at the same tech company.
On our first day, we happened to run into the big boss from headquarters coming down for an inspection.
I stood at the very back of the crowd, but when I looked up, I saw a face that was unbearably familiar.
Before I could even react,
I saw the man’s gaze land on the prettiest girl in class.
His eyes lit up in an instant.
