"Christian, without me, you couldn't even afford the HOA fees on this place."
Christian Delgado stood there, jaw working silently. He wanted to argue, but the words died in his throat.
On paper, he was the CEO. In reality? A mascot. A figurehead whose only contributions to the company were a handsome face and an endless parade of mistresses.
Candy White tugged gently at my sleeve. Her voice was small, trembling. "Mia... can I really make that much money with this contract? My brother needs a house, and my dad's gambling debts are piling up."
I patted her head—not with affection, but with the reverence one shows a golden goose.
"As long as you do exactly what I say," I told her, my voice smooth. "Forget just buying a house or paying off debts. You'll be wealthy enough to buy a villa and keep a stable of ten male models for your own amusement."
Candy swallowed hard.
She looked at Christian, then down at the contract in my hand.
"Mia, I'll sign."
Christian looked like he'd been slapped. "Candy! You said you loved me!"
Candy didn't even look up as the pen scratched across the paper. "I do love you, Christian. But Mia pays better."
Chaos erupted the very first night Candy moved in.
Georgia Rowe, Christian's number-one mistress, stormed into the house wearing sky-high stilettos that cracked against the marble like gunshots.
I had signed Georgia two years ago. Back then, she was just Christian's secretary, spending her days flirting with the boss. But I saw potential in her vanity. I liked her vibe: I am the most beautiful woman in the world, and all men are subjects beneath my heel.
I packaged her as the "Ultimate Sultry Goddess." Now she was our top sales streamer with twenty million followers.
"So, this is the new girl?"
Georgia was draped in a fiery red silk slip that left little to the imagination. Christian's eyes practically glued themselves to her curves.
"Georgia, what are you doing here?" he stammered.
She ignored him completely, marching straight up to Candy and tilting the girl's chin up with one manicured finger.
"Tsk. This outfit screams bargain bin. What is that, a dollar ninety-nine with free shipping?" She shot Christian a look. "Your standards have plummeted."
Candy's eyes welled up instantly, tears shimmering on her lashes. "Mia, I didn't mean to..."
"Didn't mean to what?" Georgia sneered. "Be poor or be stupid?" She turned to me, flipping her hair. "Look at him. New toy, forgotten favorite."
I sat on the sofa, tablet in hand, watching the scene unfold on the screen.
I had been livestreaming the entire debacle on Georgia's alternate account from the moment she walked in.
Title: BILLIONAIRE DRAMA LIVE: The Wife Watches, The Ex-Mistress Attacks, The New Girl Cries.
The viewer count shattered 150,000. Chat scrolled so fast it blurred.
[Holy sh*t! This is better than Netflix!]
[That woman in the red dress is a queen! Drag him!]
[The new girl is so fragile, poor thing. I want to protect her!]
[Am I the only one watching the wife on the sofa? That energy... she's definitely the boss behind the scenes.]
Watching donations explode across the screen, a satisfied smile touched my lips.
"Alright, that's enough."
I lowered the tablet. The room fell silent.
"Georgia, your engagement numbers are down. This is perfect timing. You and Candy are filming a collab."
I tapped the screen. "I've already written the script: The vicious, wealthy older sister bullies the down-and-out younger sister. But the twist? The younger sister is actually a hidden heiress."
The venom vanished from Georgia's face, replaced instantly by a dazzling, professional smile.
"You got it, Mia! Consider it done."
She linked arms with Candy like they were best friends, pulling the stunned girl close.
"Come on, sweetie. Let me teach you how to find your light. And don't take that stuff earlier to heart—I was just helping you get into character."
