Chapter 1

To help my boyfriend pay off his loans, I spent two years shampooing hair at a salon.

Christine, who requested me every single day, couldn't understand it:

"Lora, why don't you find someone like my boyfriend? He's incredibly generous with money — gives me at least five million a month as pocket change.

"Though he has a bit of a twisted streak. He likes to play poor outside and mess around with naive girls. I heard some idiot was working herself to death supporting him, ended up in the hospital multiple times."

I turned to reach for the shampoo.

"My boyfriend may not be rich, but he's loyal. He really loves me."

Just then, a luxury car pulled up outside the salon.

A man dressed head to toe in designer brands pushed the door open with a frown.

"Christine, why are you getting your hair done at a dump like this again? The people here are unsanitary — don't let them give you some kind of disease."

"Did you get the two million I transferred to your card?"

My body went rigid. I didn't dare turn around.

The man's voice was identical to my boyfriend's — the one with two hundred thousand dollars in loans hanging over his head.