When Tipsy came home that night, she found Lia sitting quietly on the couch, her eyes distant and heavy with sadness.
Tipsy knelt beside her, forcing a smile. “Lia… I have news for you.”
Lia blinked. “What news?”
Tipsy took a deep breath. “You remember last month, when you rented a boyfriend?”
“Yes…”
“Well… he told me something. He said he loves you. That’s why he couldn’t keep doing his job. He didn’t want other girls. He only wanted you.”
Lia’s eyes widened. Her lips parted in disbelief. “What? No… that’s not possible.”
But her voice was trembling, hopeful. Tipsy held her hand and whispered, “It’s true. He couldn’t pretend with you anymore, Lia. You’re the only one he fell for.”
For the first time in weeks, Lia’s tears weren’t from pain — they were from joy. She smiled, weak but real, clutching her chest. “He loves me… Ethan really loves me…”
Tipsy sighed in relief, finally hearing happiness in her friend’s voice again. “Thank God,” she whispered to herself.
And so, Lia believed. Ethan played his role. Both of them smiled. Both of them laughed. For a moment, the apartment was filled with warmth again.
But in the shadows, the truth lingered.
Ethan smirked when no one was watching, his words echoing in the back of his mind: “Love’s fake. Money talks.”
Because devils don’t change overnight.
And this devil had only just begun his game.
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