How Did Jimmy Chuu Become A Social Media Influencer?

"How many men were there before me? None. Do you know how much shame I carry having you by my side as my girlfriend? Even your own mother is ashamed of you - you said it yourself." "I never begged for your love, Jun," I snapped back, tears stinging my eyes. "Why date me if you're ashamed of my size?" "Pity. That was it. I dated you out of pity. And yet, you're still so ungrateful." --- All Charlotte ever wanted was to become an actress. But growing up in a family that constantly belittled her and dating a man like Jun, who tore her down because of her size, made that dream feel unreachable. After a devastating breakup, she flees to the United States, desperate for space to breathe. But she never imagined everything would change before the plane even touched down. Now, she finds herself entangled with a mysterious billionaire - one who seems dangerously obsessed with her. Charlotte knows better than to trust too easily.  But how do you protect your heart when someone seems too good to be true… and refuses to let you go?

32 year old Sophie decided it's time to stop hiding so she filled up an application to be a Sugar Baby. Weekends that used to be filled up with Netflix and comfort food are now changed into a high-paying profession. Well, weekend profession. She's still the busy working mom of 2 during the weekdays. 19 year old Abigail is the average college girl who has a cuckoo aunt. Her proposal has backfired when her aunt decided to use her info in the profile she's setting up at Cupcake, a Sugar Baby website. Let's hope nobody finds out Abigail signed up as a Sugar Baby. Let's pray harder for Aunt Sophie who has the confidence to pull off being an Abigail during the weekends. Cross your fingers! And your legs too, Soph. I mean, Abby. Err, Weekend-Abby. Cross your legs, Weekend-Abby!

William Samsons MacRay, a famous architect, seemed to have a problem with getting everything done on time. He is a mature man, 37 years old, who is late in getting married because he is busy creating amazing architectural buildings in various parts of the world. However, this time, the unfortunate incident when his wallet was stolen and he missed his flight at the airport actually brought Will together with Emmy Estelia Setiawan. This cute 22-year-old girl has just returned to Jakarta after completing her architecture education at Harvard University. He bought Will a cup of coffee and also took the mature man home in an airport taxi. Who would have thought that Will was the owner of Fame Palette Artisans Co., a place that received an Emmy for working via email while still in the United States? This was the first time William felt so attracted to a girl that he kept Emmy with him wherever he went to work around the world: Berlin, Dublin, Morocco, Prague, Rotterdam, etc. They became so close that they had a special sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship. When the seeds of love grew, Will's parents even arranged for him to marry Vanessa, the daughter of their colleague, so that he could get married quickly. Will William dare to continue fighting for his love for his beloved cute girl, or will he try to be logical and end the long age gap relationship?

Every year on the day the SAT results are released, I spend the entire day kneeling at my mother's grave. Three years ago, I fell for a phone scam and transferred all of the tuition money she had saved through years of diligently saving up to the scammers. Unable to take the sudden blow, Mom suffered a fatal heart attack. After she passed away, debt collectors began showing up at our door. Only then did I learn how much money she had borrowed just to keep us afloat. I have no choice but to give up my admission offer from Jaloria College. Working five jobs a day, I finally repay every last debt today. On the subway ride to the cemetery, I suddenly come across a streamer whose voice sounds strangely familiar. She blabs, "How do you teach kids the value of earning money? In my experience, extreme circumstances work the best. I deliberately created a scenario for my daughter where both her parents are supposedly dead, and she inherited a million dollars of my debt. "She's almost finished paying it off now. Tell me, can your kids do that?" Someone in the comments section questions her methods, saying it is too insane. She only grows more smug as she gloats, "So what? She's the one who was stupid enough to get scammed. I was just teaching her a lesson. As a reward for doing so well, I'll tell her the truth on her birthday five days from now. Any sensible child will understand their parents' good intentions." As she gestures animatedly, a crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist comes into view. It's identical to my mom's. My hands tremble as I create a new account. I switch the profile picture to a man in a suit and change the background to luxury cars and mansions. Then, I send her an expensive virtual gift. While she excitedly thanks me, I leave a comment. "You're absolutely right, ma'am. If only I had a smart woman like you around to help me raise my children."

On the day the male influencer patient was discharged, he posted a tearful video accusing my chaste, principled doctor wife of sexually assaulting him. In the clip, he cowered in a corner of the hospital, trembling, his clothes disheveled. With a terrified cry of "Dr. Shelby," he abruptly cut the footage. Overnight, my wife became a monster in a white coat—public enemy number one across the internet. We begged him, again and again, to come forward and clarify the truth. Instead, he posted an injury assessment report and wept about being bullied by his doctor. My wife had no way to defend herself. She was suspended pending investigation—and in the end, she leapt from the thirtieth floor. I endured humiliation and waited for the truth to surface. When it finally did, I obtained a reexamination report that proved her innocence. But by then, no one cared about the truth anymore. And I, consumed by despair, died of cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day that patient was first admitted. This time, I begged my wife to take leave—I wanted to take her away from this doomed fate. But my gentle wife wrapped her arms around me, her eyes red, and said, "Don't be afraid, honey. This time… I won't run away."

In the fashion industry, I was known as the most mysterious designer. I worked hard to keep my identity from the public. As I stood at the top of business, I was invited to be the secret judge of the Innovating Design Competition’s final round. The organizer reserved a VIP seat for me in the middle of the front row and ensured that my presence would not be revealed. Just when I was about to sit down, a new male influencer pushed me aside and threw his hand bag onto my seat. “What are you looking at, bumpkin? How dare you show up at the VIP section dressed like a beggar? Where’s the security? Throw this person out!” I swallowed back my anger and replied coldly, “This seat was reserved for me.” The influencer laughed. “Yours? Do you know who I am? Ms. Reid spent eighty million dollars in sponsorship to get me to come here! Ms. Reid has the final say in this industry. Do you understand me?” I could only scoff at him. How bold of the Reid family! Did they really think they could make this kind of decision without consulting me?