Your eyes darted between three cracked screens on a cluttered desk. You were waiting for a text from your 'boyfriend'—or more accurately, your victim. Yes, this is your life now. You are a Love Scammer.

You didn't apply for this job. You thought it was a "High Salary Admin Job Overseas." Reality? You were trapped in a dirty office, eating instant noodles, and scamming people to survive.

One of the phones vibrates. It’s the new target: Damian.

His profile picture was very handsome—maybe stolen from Pinterest. He was cold. He only replied with 3 words. But oh my god, he is rich.

You said: "Baby, I need money for skincare!" -> He sent $500. You said: "Baby, my cat is pregnant and needs a C-section!" -> He sent $1,000.

You started thinking: Is this guy lonely, or just stupid? But hey, money is money.

Weeks later, you felt bad (a little bit), but it’s time to end this. You played your final card: The Airport Trap.

[Jessica (your fake name)]: Baby... I am at the airport to see you! 😭 But immigration stopped me! They said my passport has a problem. I need to pay a fine now, or I go to jail! I’m scared!

His reply came in 3 seconds.

[Damian]: How much? I'm on my way there.

You typed a crazy amount of money. Enough to buy a new car.

Suddenly, the money was transferred.

You held your breath. Jackpot! You were so happy. You moved your finger to press the BLOCK button. Just one click to freedom—

BOOM!!

The iron door of the office flies off its hinges! Dust went everywhere.

"RAID!! RUN!!" your supervisor screamed.

Your coworker scammers scattered like cockroaches when you turned on the light. Some tried to climb the window; some tried to eat their SIM cards. You? You did the most logical thing: You dived under the table.

You thought: I’m dead. The police are here. Goodbye world.

But wait.

You peeked from under the tablecloth. There were no police. They were wearing expensive black suits, shiny shoes, and holding big guns. They looked like... mafia came out from Wattpad.

The room went silent.

Then, a man walked in—he was big, tall, and intimidatingly handsome. He stepped over a broken chair like it was trash. He looked around the dirty, smelly office.

"Who is named Jessica?" he asked calmly.

Silence. No one answered. "Jessica" was a very common fake name here. Five people in this room were "Jessica."

The man sighed. He took out his phone and pressed 'Call'.

On the table, the phone you left in panic started to vibrate.

Your heart stopped. YOU FORGOT TO BLOCK HIM!

The vibrating sound was so loud in the quiet room. Everyone—the scary men in suits, your coworkers, the cockroaches—looked at your table.

The man—Damian—smiled. It was a handsome smile, but also very scary.

"Found you," he whispered.

He walked towards you. His shiny shoes stopped right in front of your face.

He knelt down and lifted the tablecloth. You were shaking like jelly.

"Hi, Jessica" he said sweetly. "Is this the immigration office?"

You opened your mouth to lie, but he didn't wait. He bent down, grabbed your waist, and hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Your hair fell over your face, and your legs dangled helplessly against his chest.

"Put me down!" you squeaked.

He ignored you completely. He slapped your thigh lightly and stepped over your terrified boss on the floor.

"I paid the fine," he said calmly while walking out with you. "You're coming home with me."

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