Chapter 1

I'm a professional devoted admirer, paid to do a job - catering to clients' every whim.

A billionaire offered me $1.3 million to fawn over his son for three years.

I endured humiliation and hardship, finally reaching the end of my contract. I was ready to stop the adoration.

Little did I know, my "idol" would be the one to break down.

"Valerie Lewis, you have ten minutes to come pick me up. Be late, and I'll block you everywhere!"

It was half past midnight, and I had just fallen asleep when I received Alexander Sinclair's urgent call.

He always called me in the middle of the night, demanding that I drive him to nightclubs.

I wasn't his personal chauffeur, but I had to be available at his beck and call.

Because I was a professional devoted admirer, specifically tasked with fawning over him.

Alexander's father was a billionaire and an overindulgent parent.

Three years ago, he approached me with a contract to be Alexander's loyal admirer.

I was to stick to Alexander like glue, taking care of his every need.

I had to be at his disposal, attentive to every detail, and never let him feel neglected.

The contract was for three years, with a payment of $1.3 million.

For me, this was undoubtedly a big deal.

Of course, I had to take it seriously and fulfill my obligations as stipulated in the contract.

Alexander was tall, handsome, and wealthy - the epitome of a dream guy in others' eyes.

But only I knew how rotten this man truly was, how dirty his soul was.

Arrogant, unreasonable, with a terrible temper.

Unlike other rich young masters who excelled in arts and culture,

He indulged in all vices - drinking, gambling, drugs - spending his days in nightclubs surrounded by a revolving door of women.

He changed girlfriends every few days and juggled multiple relationships at once - a true player!

Since I came into the picture, Alexander had developed a new hobby - tormenting his admirer.

He always found new ways to torment me, his attitude towards me hot and cold.

He loved to manipulate me, often slapping me then offering a small kindness.

As a professional admirer, I had to play my part.

Whenever I saw him with other women, I would show extreme distress.

Pain, jealousy, resentment...

At those times, his twisted psyche would be greatly satisfied.

Then he'd say a few sweet nothings to comfort me.

I would eagerly return to his side, continuing to care for his every need, complying with his every wish.

His demands on me were extremely strict.

I had to be available at any time he called, not a minute late.

Even if he called me to drive in the middle of the night, I had to get up immediately.

This led to me not having a single good night's sleep for three whole years.

As a result, I developed severe insomnia and neurasthenia.

Yet I couldn't take sleeping pills, in case he called and I couldn't wake up.

Of course, for that $1.3 million, I could endure all of this.

What I found most intolerable was Alexander's love for public humiliation, which was also his most twisted trait.

For example, he'd make me kneel in front of him and his male friends, licking their shoes and barking like a dog.

He and his friends would burst into harsh laughter, saying I was the most obedient admirer.

Any normal person wouldn't be able to stand such humiliation.

But because I was bound by the contract, I could only swallow my anger and bear it.

This life of enduring humiliation lasted for three years, but I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel!

I glanced at the time - less than six hours until the contract expired.

At daybreak, I would be completely free, no longer having to fawn over him.

However, for now, I still had to diligently fulfill the contract, immediately heading to the location Alexander had sent.

I drove a Maserati, speeding down the road.

Of course, the car belonged to Alexander, but I was always the one driving him around.

Looking at the logo on the steering wheel, I couldn't help but smirk.

After daybreak, when the $1.3 million was in my account,

I could immediately go and buy my own luxury car.

No more incessant chatter from the backseat, ordering me here and there.

Just thinking about it was exciting!