My mysterious billionaire
“He fell in love. Or, rather, he believed he did. Her name was Yuna. Yuna Kim. A rising star in the Seoul art scene. Beautiful, talented, and from an… acceptable family. It was a perfect match, or so everyone thought. The golden boy and his dazzling muse. He was utterly besotted. He followed her to gallery openings and funded her exhibitions. He was planning to propose.”
He paused, letting the image sink in. A Jin in love. A Jin planning a future. It was so alien, so incongruous with the man who’d drafted a contract for a fake girlfriend, that it felt like a story about a stranger.
“And?” I prompted, my voice barely a whisper.
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