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Part 1The Gold Digger's Resignation

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I was the canary in the golden cage, handpicked by the billionaire heir Julian to tame his wild younger brother.

My job? Love bombing him. Control Asher with "love," stop him from street racing, fighting, and partying.

It worked like a charm. I was raking in double salaries.

Until the day I turned on the waterworks again. "Ash, please don't race tonight. I'm so scared..."

Asher just lit a cigarette, his expression bored. "Relax. Your man's unbeatable."

I turned my head, dread pooling in my stomach, and saw the prize for tonight's race.

A girl in a white dress.

Shit. My double income was toast.

I silently pulled out my phone and drafted my resignation email to Asher's brother.

Asher Sterling was a menace to society. His hobbies included:

Sending people to the hospital via illegal street racing.

Beating other rich kids to a pulp.

Playing the field so hard that socialites were ripping each other's hair out over him, causing PR nightmares for the Sterling Group.

Because Asher was constantly trending for all the wrong reasons, the company stock was taking hits.

Eventually, a secretary escorted me to meet the eldest son of the Sterling family.

Julian Sterling sat with his long legs crossed, assessing me calmly.

The secretary announced, "She's the most beautiful hostess at The Sapphire Club."

After a long silence, Julian looked away, his slender fingers writing a check.

The secretary handed it to me.

I glanced at the number. Paused.

Then I smiled. "Are you looking for a sugar baby?"

The secretary explained, "It's for the second young master."

Then came the instructions.

Asher likes girls with long hair and white dresses.

He hates girls who are too sharp or confrontational.

He responds to softness, not hardness.

When the briefing was over, Julian spoke his first words, his tone cold.

"You'll get this amount every month, deposited directly into your account."

He was certain I wouldn't refuse.

I fingered the check.

After a moment, I gave Julian a brilliant smile. "Deal."

I really couldn't refuse.