The Playboy's Downfall Chapter 1

"So you never even liked me? Chloe just paid you to string me along?" The arrogant young heir standing in front of me looked as black as a thundercloud.

I lowered my head, drowning in guilt and regret. "I'm sorry..."

"Get the hell out!"

His eyes were completely red.

I felt a twinge of pity, but I was more afraid of getting hit. The guy was notorious for his terrible temper.

So, I grabbed my bag and bolted.

Faintly, I heard the sound of glass shattering behind me, followed by a roar: "I tell you to get out and you actually leave?! You liar!"

It must be my imagination. Definitely my imagination!

* * *

My roommate wore a Vacheron Constantin watch, carried a Hermès Himalayan Birkin, and wore Graff necklaces.

We should have been mortal enemies based on social class alone, but when she came back from the Fourth of July weekend, she actually gave me a Chanel bag. What she said was even more unbelievable: "I think you're pretty. I want to be friends."

"Friends? From this day forward, I am your humble servant!"

This rich girl was perfect in every way, except she was always trying to bribe me.

We were having a perfectly nice dinner when she scrolled through Twitter, her face turning red with anger. She looked at me pleadingly. "Emma, do me a favor. Please."

"What is it? Tell me," I asked, suddenly feeling a sense of impending doom.

The rich girl had an older brother who went to the university next door. His name was Carter Hayes.

The name was pretty famous around here.

Playboy, heartbreaker, incredibly handsome, filthy rich, terrible temper. The classic spoiled heir.

And she had the absolute audacity to ask me to seduce her brother, Carter.

"Why would I do that? Chloe, are you crazy?"

"You are exactly his type! He'll definitely fall for it. Please, Emma..." Chloe's eyes actually seemed to well up with tears.

But I still didn't get it.

She angrily tapped on a Twitter post to show me.

It was bad enough that Carter had bullied her since they were kids. But now, the girl she hated most in the world had gotten into Carter's university and had her sights set on him.

Her brother was a massive playboy, and that girl was a manipulative snake. If they actually got together, Chloe's life would be an absolute nightmare.

She needed me to nip this horrific possibility in the bud.

What kind of childish logic was this?

"Ten thousand."

"Twenty thousand."

"Fifty thousand."

A person shouldn't have such a rigid bottom line that they refuse cold, hard cash. "Okay, okay, okay. Your humble servant is at your command."