Blurb：
I thought my broke boyfriend Leo Anderson was cheating with a sugar mama after finding $20,000 transfers. But the private investigator recoiled in terror—turns out my "poor" lover is actually billionaire heir Leo Anderson, the city's most notorious playboy. Now I'm uncovering his double life while demanding back every penny I scraped to support him. This twisted romance reveals shocking secrets about the Anderson fortune, hidden identities, and a sugar mama who might be more than she seems. Can I expose Leo Anderson's deception before his powerful family silences me?Content：
I suspected my boyfriend was being kept by a sugar mama.He was handsome enough. And poor enough. And lately, he'd been cold enough.
But the real reason? That night I accidentally saw his phone: a woman saved as “Sugar Mama” had sent him twenty thousand dollars in “pocket money.”
I gave his photo to a private investigator. I wanted hard evidence so I could get back the money I'd scrimped and saved to support him for the past three years.
But the PI looked so terrified he almost fell to his knees.
“Please, ma'am, let me off the hook. This guy… who in their right mind would dare to investigate him?”
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Ten days into suspecting my boyfriend was cheating, I found myself in a private investigator's office.
I slid my phone across the table toward him, my lips pressed into a thin line as I tried to swallow the bitter knot in my throat. “This is all I have of their chat history. The rest… they must delete it regularly.”
The PI picked up the phone and glanced at the screenshot I’d taken last night. It wasn’t much, just a single page. And it was all one-sided, from “Sugar Mama.”
【Are you done with your little tantrum?】
【I sent you twenty thousand in pocket money. Is that enough to soothe your wounded little soul?】
【You have to come see me tomorrow!】
【You heartless boy, don't you miss me at all?】
【I must have owed you in a past life to be stuck with a troublemaker like you!】
He raised an eyebrow, a look of bored familiarity on his face. He didn't ask any follow-up questions. "So, Ms. Miller, how can I help you?"
I managed a small, brittle smile, my eyes cast downward to hide the sting of tears. My fingers twisted the hem of my skirt. "I need you to get irrefutable proof of their affair. Something that would ruin their reputations if it ever got out. He's a nobody with nothing to lose, but a rich woman like that must care about her image."
"He wants to climb the social ladder, fine. I respect that. But I spent three years pinching every penny to support him. I want that money back."
Only with the money in hand could I allow myself to break down completely.
"The next picture is of him."
The PI gave me a surprised, almost appreciative look. He swiped the screen.
"Let's see what kind of stud could hook a sugar ma— Holy shit!"
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