While filming a survival reality show on a deserted island, the producers confiscated my phone. In a panic, I used my burner phone to text my "sugar daddy" boyfriend, Julian. "We're screwed, hubby! My lock screen is a nude photo of you!" Julian texted back: "Vivian, you're just a canary I keep in a cage. Don't get delusional." Two seconds later... "Wait, what did you say?" 1 Julian fired off messages like a machine gun. "I haven't seen you in a month and this is the surprise you give me?" "Does it show my face? Can people tell it's me?" [Voice Message: 60''] [Voice Message: 60''] "Go ask the production crew for the phone back. Right now." "No, steal it back. Don't let anyone see you." "Forget it, I'll steal it. I've never been this humiliated in my life." "Where are you filming? Send the address." "Hello? Speak." I was squatting behind a pitch-black tent, staring intensely at the screen. I sent the location, but the signal bar just kept spinning. I couldn't even receive Julian's messages anymore. I was sweating bullets. Suddenly, the camp loudspeaker blared. "Attention! Vivian Chen has been caught with a contraband phone, violating Island Rule #1." "Punishment: Team 3 is responsible for making tomorrow's breakfast." I watched, dumbfounded, as the director, wearing a ghillie suit, jumped out of the bushes. He grinned evilly. "I knew someone wasn't playing by the rules. Gotcha, Vivian! Here's your mission card. Meet at the beach tomorrow at 5 AM." I took the card. A camera shoved into my face, zooming in on my guilt and forced smile. Just then, a video call started ringing loudly. I answered it in a panic. Julian's voice was on the edge of exploding. "Hello? What kind of vacation show confiscates phones? Is this even legal?" "Why aren't you talking? Scared now? What were you thinking setting that as your wallpaper?" The director smelled gossip. Who would I be secretly contacting at midnight? 2 The camera light was blinding, like an interrogation lamp. They were looking for any crack in my expression. The director urged me, "Vivian, rules are rules. The whole country is watching." My acting skills are floor-level, but I had to protect my meal ticket. I straightened up, put on a polite smile, and spoke into the phone. "The dog probably peed on the bed because he misses me. Uncle Ju, just wash the sheets and remember to walk him." Silence on the other end for two seconds. Then, a mix of shock and rage: "Vivian Chen, are you treating me like a maid? Do you know who the boss is?" My heart was trembling. I calmly ended the conversation. "Okay, I won't keep you. I'll be back in seven days. Bye." Before he could respond, I hung up. Click. First time hanging up on Julian in my life. It felt... exhilarating. The director took my burner phone and left on a boat. I went back to the campsite. My two teammates looked ready to eat me alive. Kyle, a former boy band idol wearing a khaki windbreaker, asked tentatively, "Vivian, are you saying that tomorrow at 5 AM, Team 3 has to go fishing without makeup or breakfast, wearing headlamps?" I smiled at him. "Yep." The new "IT girl" actress, Layla, wrapped in a blanket, looked pissed. "Didn't we all hand in our phones before coming to the island? How did you get caught with one?" I smiled at her too. "I had a spare." Layla sneered. "The rules said no phones. You did this on purpose, didn't you?" 3 I swear on Julian's bank account, I didn't do it on purpose. I have a work phone and a personal phone. To please my boss, my whole persona is "lovestruck girlfriend." I fold the wrapping paper from his gifts into origami cranes and hang them up (even though I pay someone else to fold them). Setting his photo as my wallpaper is basic. As for why it's a nude... Well, Julian's body is top-tier. Mature, sexy, like a professional model. Those abs, that tight waist, those powerful thighs... it's art. As for his face, which always looks like I owe him eight million dollars... well, I cropped that out. But Layla obviously didn't believe me. She was already mad about not being able to go back to the hotel. Now that the cameras were off, her disgust was unrestrained. "I don't know why resource-hogs like you come on these survival shows. You just cause trouble. Go do it yourself." 4 Seven years in the industry, I was used to the shade. I didn't get mad. I smiled. "Can't help it. Too much business to handle, I forget things." Layla rolled her eyes. "What are you so proud of? You just have a pretty face. Once Julian gets bored of you, you'll be nothing." Kyle was brutally honest. "Vivian, let's keep our distance. I'm trying to be relatable, I don't want to get dragged." They went into their tents, treating me like the plague. They weren't wrong. Most people in the industry knew Julian was my sugar daddy. Thanks to him, I was acting alongside Oscar-winner Rainie Yu before I even graduated high school. After that, I was in blockbuster after blockbuster. Seven years, non-stop resources. And non-stop hate. An old interview clip of 15-year-old me saying "I want to be a Movie Queen" became a meme. "Movie Queen" became my ironic nickname. My acting was constantly roasted. I didn't even want to be a serious actress. With my face and Julian's backing, I could have coasted on variety shows and sweet dramas. But I took this hardcore survival show. Why? Because Julian's "white moonlight"—his first love—came back last month. Rainie Yu returned after sweeping the international awards. He couldn't wait to throw all his resources at her. He had no time for his canary. I just wanted to make some extra cash on the side. Who knew I'd screw up on day one? When the director collected phones, my manager handed over the one on the table without thinking. When I realized the phone in my pocket was my personal one, I froze. Because that phone—the one with Julian's contact info—had a wallpaper of his naked side profile. One night, Julian got a business call and answered it standing by the bed, not bothering to put on a robe. He argued in fluent English, waking me up. I was grumpy, so I took dozens of photos of his waist. The camera panned up, and Julian's phoenix eyes stared at me, half-smiling. He allowed me to sneak photos. He even let me sit on his lap while he was on the call, making me hold the phone to test the image stabilization. Afterward, he gripped my ankle and whispered, "Who are you going to show off to? Hmm?" "Vivian, canaries should stay in their cages. Don't cross the line, understand?" I cried and begged for mercy. Since then, I only dared to keep the photos for myself. I never thought there would be a day when these photos faced the threat of public exposure...
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