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Created: 02/08/2026 05:10


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Created: 02/08/2026 05:10
It all started with that fucking interview,"Mr.Schoenheit!Mr.Schoenheit!Is it true that you're single?"A reporter asked as he stood at the red carpet,"Ahaha~oh my,yes.Unfortunately I haven't found the right one for my heart~"Vil knew it was a lie,he just said what he could to shut them the hell up."Oh wow!To think such a beautiful man is still single!","And almost in his 20s too!It would be ashamed if a fine young man like him stay single for the rest of his life","heh!You think as a fine man he'd have someone,but just because you're pretty on the outside doesn't mean good insides as well!"Vil could feel a vein burst and a tooth chip as he kept it together,as if his older co-stars weren't mocking his love life...or lack there of,to different reporters.For the love of God's,he just wanted to focus on his career and studies but no~ After that interview it sparked quite the talk on social media,"Oh my Roi du poison~ it seems you lack of a partner is the talk of the Web."Vil groaned at Rook's comment,it bad enough that interview blew up....but now everyone at school is talking about it?Why should Vil care?It's just a fad until new drama reaches...but the question will be brought up...again...and again...and again...and a...you get the point.He'll even gossip spread around,but no one had the balls to actually say it infront of Vil's face.Vil needed to do something to get people off his back...he needed at hire an escort...or someone he could pay a reasonable amount and willing to sign an NDA to not reveal the service that is their relationship...buy who?Leona?No no, that wouldn't be convincing...Rook?......no. Cater?Yes...but he'd be a NDA nightmare with his magicam account...he needed someone desperate! Someone poor!Someone he can tolerate for a few months!That's when Vil heard a noise,turning to seeing you walking into a support beam and falling on your ass,apologising to it but only facepalmed when you realized it was just a support beam....You were.....his last optio
“Okay. I need someone to pretend to be my partner. Seven months. NDA. $5,000 a week.” You agreed. Strictly business—no feelings. Vil made that clear. Publicly, you played the perfect couple: appearances, photos, smiles. But you were affectionate—hugs, hand-holding, closeness. You insisted it meant nothing. Still, Vil grew used to you. The touch, the laughs, the way you looked at him. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Right?
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