01 I was a mute trophy girlfriend. Off the bed, I didn't need to flatter my sugar daddy. On the bed, I didn't need to praise him for being so good. The only problem was— When I was pushed to my limit, I couldn't curse him out. Like right now. Liam Sterling noticed my mind wandering. His hands gripped my waist. He forcefully flipped me over. Biting and nipping. So fiercely it felt like he wanted to tear my skin off and swallow me whole. Ahhh, you son of a bitch! I cursed him out frantically in my head. But on the outside, I was the picture of pathetic submission. My eyes were red, tears falling in fat drops. I found an anchor point amidst the tossing. I wrapped my arms around the man's neck. And rubbed my cheek against his in a silent plea for mercy. According to past experience, as long as I put on this expression, Liam would quickly finish the battle. But tonight, I don't know what got into him. He pulled out one ultra-thin 0.01 after another. From the bed to the bathroom to the sofa. We went at it until midnight. Only then did he finally carry me back to bed, completely satisfied. I was exhausted. But the moment I thought about what was going to happen tomorrow, my sleepiness vanished instantly. 02 This afternoon, one of Liam's frat brothers came over to hang out. The study door wasn't closed tightly. Snippets of their conversation drifted out. "Chloe is coming back tomorrow. Are you sending a car, or are you picking her up yourself, Liam?" "Is 'Chloe' a name you're worthy of using?" Liam's voice went ice-cold. The guy quickly corrected himself. "Okay, okay, my bad. That's your exclusive pet name for her..." It was an apology, but mostly he was just teasing. Everyone in their elite social circle knew Liam Sterling had a first love he could never forget. She was fiercely protected by him. People only knew she existed. No one knew her real name or what she looked like. No one even knew why they didn't end up together. Once, when I was bored and organizing Liam's study, I saw an old, yellowed photograph. The "first love" was wearing a hat, her face turned slightly away from the camera. The only half of her face that was visible looked about eighty percent like me. The memory of the first time I met Liam flashed through my mind. I was standing on the curb, playing on my phone. A car pulled up and stopped smoothly in front of me. I didn't look closely, assuming it was the Uber I called. I opened the door and got right in. Whenever I go out, I invent an identity for myself. As a massive introvert, to avoid being talked to by drivers, I always pull out a pre-typed scrolling message on my phone every time I get in a car: [I am mute. Please do not talk to me.] The moment I shoved the phone forward, I realized the driver was a breathtakingly handsome, aristocratic-looking guy. He was way too good-looking to be driving an Uber. Even the car felt like a luxury vehicle just by his presence. He looked at my phone screen over and over again. He stared blankly for a long time before his voice went hoarse and he asked me where I was going. ... Looking at the photo, everything suddenly made sense. His loss of composure back then wasn't because I got into the wrong car. He didn't kick me out on the spot not because of my fake mute identity. It was because I looked like his first love. The silence in the study broke as the conversation resumed. "What about the one you have at home?" "She's timid, and she's mute. She probably can't handle seeing people..." I didn't listen to the rest. I tactfully turned and left. If I didn't leave right then, I wouldn't have been able to control my emotions. I would have laughed out loud on the spot. Three years! Three whole years! I faked being mute for three years! And I've finally made it to the breakup! 03 I was so happy I couldn't sleep at all. I turned my back to Liam. I unlocked my phone and clicked into the "Trophy Girlfriends Support Group." I was pulled into this group by an enthusiastic girl in the bathroom during a business dinner I attended with Liam. The ultimate goal of every member in this group was to secure a sky-high breakup fee. Achieve financial freedom, and retire flat on our backs. I couldn't resist sharing the news in the group. [Liam's first love is coming back soon!] The moment the message went out, all the night owls who hadn't slept yet exploded into the chat. [Ahhhh, congratulations, Maya!!] [Manifesting, manifesting, manifesting! Welcoming the first love back! I heard my sugar daddy's first love is studying in Germany...] [So jealous of you girls. The one I have at home doesn't even have a first love (dead inside). ] After a wave of envy, Chloe tagged me out of curiosity. [Mr. Sterling is so rich, and he's always been generous with you. The breakup fee is going to be massive, right?!] Liam has always been very generous with me. My monthly allowance is $50,000. He frequently gifts me designer bags and jewelry. Occasionally, he'll spontaneously gift me luxury cars and mansions. I never accepted the cars or mansions. After all, as a poor person, I absolutely cannot afford the maintenance on a luxury car! And I definitely can't afford the HOA and property taxes on a mansion! It's hard to take them with me, and selling them requires finding a broker... Just thinking about it gives a socially anxious person like me a breakdown. So, my only hope for getting filthy rich was the breakup fee Liam would give me. A few hundred thousand? Or a few million? The more I thought about it, the more excited I got, twisting like a pretzel on the bed. The next second, the man dragged me back into his arms. "Can't sleep?" His burning body pressed against me again. I was terrified and pushed him away with all four limbs. I brought my hands together and rested them under my cheek. Indicating that I was going to sleep right now! "Tomorrow I have to go to the airport to pick up someone very important to me." I snapped my eyes open, having just closed them. Liam asked, pretending to be casual: "Do you... want to go with me?" I was dumbfounded. Who? Me? He's asking if I want to go with him? Taking the stand-in to pick up the first love. Is he planning to piss the first love to death on the spot? I shook my head violently. Liam looked at me deeply for a moment. "That's fine too... You're timid. We'll wait until you want to see her." Liam has always indulged me. When we first got together, he offered to arrange a job for me. After I refused, he never brought it up again. As an absolute homebody and introvert. This kind of life where I don't have to leave the house to work. Where food is brought to my mouth and clothes are handed to me. I was actually a little reluctant to leave. My mood uncontrollably dipped. Right then, my phone vibrated. It was an SMS notification from the bank about a transfer. "I probably won't be home tomorrow night. I might not have time to be with you for the next couple of days." "Take this money and buy whatever you like..." I didn't respond to Liam. My eyes were practically glowing as I stared at my phone screen. Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions... I rubbed my eyes. Tossed and turned and counted again. It was indeed eight figures! Liam gave me a $30 million breakup fee! Thirty million! A poor person suddenly striking it rich. The money completely fried my brain. In a moment of sheer excitement, I blurted out: "Thank you, boss! You are so generous, boss!" "..." Our eyes met. The atmosphere instantly froze. I'm doomed! I was so happy I forgot I was supposed to be mute! I mean, how could a mute person be so polite? After realizing what a stupid thing I had done. I covered my mouth guiltily. My waist went limp, and my body slid down. I buried myself entirely under the covers. The next instant, the man pinched the back of my neck and yanked me up. "Little mute." The little girl he had pampered and held in the palm of his hand for three years was suddenly no longer mute. Liam was practically laughing out of pure anger. "Don't tell me this is a medical miracle?" 04 Haha. That joke was not funny at all. There was nowhere to hide. To block the burning gaze raking over my body. I had no choice but to cover my face tightly with my hands. "Little mute, speak." I shook my head, my voice muffled. "Mutes don't speak." "..." Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. Looking at the girl in front of him whose face was flushed red, wishing she could disappear, he felt a bit helpless. "Do you have nothing you want to say?" I bit my lip, feeling a bit lost. Yes, I pretended to be mute and lied to him. I won't defend myself. And the breakup fee has already hit my account. What else is there to say? I have nothing to say! But obviously, I had to say something right now. I changed my line of thinking. I tried to think about what Liam would want to hear, what he liked to hear. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit me. "Daddy..." Liam's breath hitched. As a literature student. I desperately recalled the steamy romance novels I used to read. I picked and chose, and finally found a line I could actually say out loud. "Daddy is so big... so good, I love it so much..." I stammered out the praise. I cautiously moved the two fingers covering my eyes. And peeked at Liam's expression. His eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth weren't tight. It seemed like he wasn't mad? I've been faking muteness to avoid this for so long, but in the end, I still couldn't escape it. At least tonight is my last night as a trophy girlfriend. I racked my brains, searching through my entire mental inventory. "Daddy is so fierce at night, going hard like you took some kind of pill." Liam's face instantly went black. "What did you say? Say that again?" I gulped. Was there something wrong with that? Does he not like being called Daddy? But Liam is older, after all. He wouldn't appreciate the "older brother/younger sister" vibe. My heart was pounding like a drum. I mustered up my courage and repeated: "Daddy is so fierce at night..." Before the rest of the words could come out. They were swallowed down by a sticky, tangled kiss. The man grabbed my hands, which I didn't know where to put. And moved them lower and lower. Liam's dark eyes glowed a faint green under the dim wall light. "Little mute, call me that one more time." ... The sky began to lighten. The man was so excited it was as if he had unlocked a whole new world. I buried my damp, sweaty head into the pillow. Thinking dizzily. Good thing I was smart enough to fake being mute for three years. Otherwise, I definitely would have died in this bed! 05 When I woke up again, it was already afternoon. My whole body ached. After screaming all night, my throat was so hoarse I couldn't speak. Now I was a real mute. Dragging my legs that felt like prosthetics, I went downstairs. Maria, the housekeeper, saw me. She nodded in greeting, turned into the kitchen, and brought a bowl of warm porridge to the table. After doing all this, she vanished silently like a fairy godmother. Liam knew I didn't like interacting with strangers. So he had instructed everyone from the very beginning. Anyone entering or leaving the house had to minimize their presence. It was incredibly friendly for someone with social anxiety. The more I thought about it, the more I realized Liam was actually pretty great. He had money, he had the looks. He was attentive when he needed to be. And rough enough when it counted. His only flaw was... He had another woman in his heart. "Sigh..." I felt melancholy for all of three seconds. My hand accidentally tapped on the $30 million transfer record. It seems, maybe... I didn't love him that much anyway, haha. My heart is too small; it only has room for money. As for Liam? Whatever, considering how good he's been to me. I'll do him a favor! With that thought. I laid back on the bed with a clear conscience. I pulled a novel from the bookshelf. Chapter One: The Return of the First Love. Perfect, exactly what I need. Time to study up. Half an hour later. I was so pissed off by the male and female leads who refused to communicate that my liver hurt. I exited the novel with a blank expression. I opened iMessage and sent Liam a sticker of a kitten peeking its head out. Liam replied instantly. "You're awake? Maria kept the porridge warm for you. Eat something good tonight, but don't overdo it." "Does it still hurt? Feeling any better?" Ahhhhhh! A capable man asks if you're tired. A super capable man asks if it still hurts, and if you're feeling better. I buried my face in the covers and kicked my legs wildly. It took me a good while before I replied coolly. "Yeah." Liam didn't reply instantly this time. He was probably busy. I took the opportunity to share some articles I had found. Don't Miss the Girl Right Beside You. A Man's Actions Speak Louder Than His Words. Thirty Tips for Pursuing a Woman: Catering to Her Interests. ... After sending nearly ten links, I comfortably opened a game. I played for over two hours straight. When I checked my messages again, I saw Liam had replied a long time ago. "Received." What does "Received" mean? Did he think this was a work memo? The next second, I got a call from Liam's assistant. Confused, I went downstairs to open the door. The assistant pulled out a black Amex card and handed it to me. "Ms. Davis, this is the supplementary card Mr. Sterling asked me to bring you." My eyes widened like fried eggs. "For... for me?" Mr. Hayes, the executive assistant, whose expression was usually as tight as a robot's, completely broke in that moment. "Ms. Davis, you... you aren't mute?" We stared at each other. I guess I forgot to tell him the truth, haha. Look at this mess. I totally short-circuited this elite professional's brain. After hearing my explanation, Mr. Hayes pushed his glasses up. His brain began to function again. "My apologies, I just haven't seen much of the world." I pursed my lips, feeling extremely embarrassed, and changed the subject. "I heard Mr. Sterling is going to the airport this afternoon to pick up someone very important?" Mr. Hayes nodded. "Yes, Ms. Davis. Would you like to go together?" Taking the stand-in to pick up the first love. Are you straight men insane?! I let out an awkward laugh. "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?" Mr. Hayes seemed to think of something. He corrected himself. "It is a bit sudden. It's better to be mentally prepared before meeting." What's going on... Is this first love someone I have to meet eventually? I immediately bypassed that topic. "Liam is so busy. Since you're picking them up, have you prepared flowers and gifts? Are you throwing a welcome dinner tonight?" "You don't need to worry about that, Ms. Davis. Mr. Sterling had that all arranged last month."
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