Part 1The Billionaire’s Little Secret: From Trophy Girl to the Throne

I was the only kept woman by the side of Manhattan’s most eligible billionaire heir.

One day, I happened to glance at his phone and saw a suggestive text pop up:

【Baby, I’ll be waiting at our usual spot tonight~】

I froze for a split second, then calmly locked the screen for him.

He works so hard every day; what’s wrong with him spending the night with another girl?

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It’s not that I don’t know how to be jealous.

It’s just… why should I?

Everett Thorne has eight-pack abs, a model’s physique, and a face that could put Hollywood A-listers to shame.

The line of women waiting to date him stretches from New York to Paris.

As the "trophy girl" by his side, I might have to swallow a little pride, but the $150,000 monthly allowance is more than enough to numb the pain.

With benefits like these, why would I ever want to rock the boat?

A smart woman never goes looking for trouble.