Part 1I Sold My Photos to Catfish My Ex, But Accidentally Hooked His Billionaire Cousin

I specialized in selling photos online to help people catfish.

For extra cash, I’d even do voice messages and video calls.

Until one day, a regular client messaged me: [Will you do an in-person meet-up for $100,000? You can keep whatever he buys for you, too.]

Just as I was about to decline, my sworn enemy’s photo popped up on my screen.

I stared blankly: [Are you telling me you've been using my photos and videos to date him?]

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[Then you've been scammed, sister,] I replied earnestly.

[Impossible,] she insisted. [He transferred a lot of money to me. Isn't he the heir to the Sterling family?]

Me: "..."

I took the photo of Oliver Sterling she sent and ran it through a Google image search. It had been used to death by gossip blogs.

I sent her a screenshot of the results.

She remained utterly convinced, [We've been working together for so long, would I lie to you? The guy I'm dating online is definitely the Sterling heir.]

I let out a helpless sigh.

From what I knew of Oliver, the wealthy young master, his real-life romantic entanglements were already enough of a headache for him. Why would he bother with online dating?

Especially using my photos and videos... if he saw them, he wouldn't fall in love; he’d probably throw up.

I replied to the client, [He looks at my photos and doesn't say anything?]

[He says they're pretty, because you are pretty.] She paused, then added, [I even used your voice packs! Every time I use one, he sends me $5,200!]

Mother of God.

If Oliver actually heard my pinched, overly sweet voice, he’d probably lose his appetite for three days.

It was absolutely confirmed: that guy was definitely not Oliver Sterling!

Thinking about it, I went through all the photos and videos I’d sold to this client again.

The photos were mostly normal selfies.

But the videos...

Various tight mini-skirts paired with cat ear filters.

...It’s fine, as long as the guy isn't Oliver.

The client kept begging: [Babe, please help me out. Absolutely strictly platonic! I told him I'm not ready for physical contact yet. The meeting place is a busy mall downtown, lots of foot traffic.]

Seeing I hadn't replied, she anxiously added: [If you really can't handle it, just see him for a minute and leave? Otherwise, he'll think I'm a catfish, and how will I keep getting money out of him?]

A few seconds after she sent that, my bank account received a $300,000 transfer from her.

My fingers, poised to type a refusal, paused.

Let's rethink this.

If that guy dared to use Oliver's photo for online dating, how brave must he be to agree to meet in person? Wasn't he afraid of looking nothing like the picture?

This client wanted me to go in her place, but no one could possibly order Oliver Sterling around.

Perfect timing. I'll go see what kind of weirdo this guy is!

I deleted my refusal.

[Alright.]

Looking at it this way, this client was a very big spender.

Tsk, I felt like even Oliver himself wasn't as generous as this impersonator.

Afraid I'd change my mind, she quickly sent me several screenshots of her chat history with the fake Oliver.

Left and right, it was "hubby," "kisses," and "I only love hubby."

The emojis were all cats spinning in circles, happy cats, and cats acting spoiled.

Me: "..."

The fake Oliver's replies were consistently:

[Baby looks so pretty.]

Transfer.

[Baby is so cute.]

Transfer.

...

Transfer.

Transfer.

Transfer.

God bless the God of Wealth.

The client quickly sent me the location, [It's this mall.]

I took a look.

Well, well.

The Sterling heir really did like shopping at this mall; it was very close to one of his villas.

Maybe I should...

I dialed Oliver's number.

Would I get a chance to have the fake impersonator see the real Oliver appear right in front of him and scare him to death?!

Uh.

I forgot, I was blocked.

I silently put my phone away.