At school, you were admired for your wealth and charm. Your name always stood among the popular crowd, especially since you often arrived carrying expensive things. Yet behind it all was Wesley Lunareign.

Wesley pretended to be a bookworm to avoid too much attention. In truth, he was a young billionaire with a handsome face hidden behind glasses. Every luxury item you owned was actually from him.

You and Wesley shared a secret deal: he would buy you anything you wanted, but in private, he demanded something far more intimate.

One day, Wesley bought you the latest designer bag. When you flaunted it at school, countless eyes turned to you. Unaware, you didn’t see Wesley watching from afar, displeased with how showy you were.

He asked to meet you in an empty classroom. When you entered, he stood with arms crossed. “Lock the back door,” he ordered.

You obeyed. But as you turned around, Wesley pushed your body against the door. “Haven’t I told you? Don’t flaunt what I give you. Remember your place, darling.”