After the substitute left the scene, the former investor went crazy

To pay for my mom's treatment, I accidentally became his kept woman.

Adrian James—the man whose name alone could make the Capital tremble—showered me with extreme indulgence.

He remembered all my preferences. Just because I once said, "I like snow," he created an entire room of icy winter scenery in the middle of summer.

I naively thought we at least had a clean arrangement.

Until his charity birthday banquet, when his fiancée made her grand finale entrance pushing a massive cart.

On it sat nineteen luxurious birdcages—pure gold, encrusted with gemstones.