After my boyfriend dumped me, my blue-and-white cat, who had been with me for ten years, also disappeared without a trace. Just when I was feeling utterly hopeless, a top-tier billionaire took me home. He showered me with endless affection and care. However, his habits and behaviors were exactly the same as those of my missing blue-and-white cat. Even more bizarrely, the people around me kept reminding me that the billionaire had actually died a month ago.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
[1]
After my boyfriend dumped me,
Gabriela, who had been with me for ten years, also disappeared without a trace.
Just when I was in utter despair,
I was taken in by a wealthy tycoon.
He lavished me with affection and care.
But his habits and behaviors
were identical to those of my missing Gabriela.
Even more bizarre,
everyone around me kept insisting
that the tycoon had died a month ago.
[2]
In the evening, I went to the bar once again to pick up a drunken Archie. A row of attractive women sat beside him, each vying for his attention. Archie owned a chain of bars in Calchester. His father was a prominent figure in the city, and Archie, being the only son, was spoiled from a young age, which shaped his carefree and indulgent nature.
When Archie saw me, he wrapped his arm around my waist and blew a puff of smoke in my face. "I thought you weren't coming after making me wait so long. Come on, take me home!"
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I had a hard time hauling the drunken Archie. An attractive woman beside him, clearly jealous, reluctantly shifted him onto me. "Stop acting all high and mighty. Weren't you also working here before?" she sneered behind me.
I ignored her, but she wasn't wrong. I first crossed paths with Archie in this very bar. Back then, I was a top student at Horizon University, working part-time to pay off my family's debts. Because of my looks, I was harassed by some troublemakers at the bar, and it was Archie who saved me.
After that, Archie chased after me relentlessly. He had many women around him, but I was the only one he publicly acknowledged as his girlfriend. Despite his frequent cheating, he never mistreated me in other ways. Archie wasn't well-educated, but he had a knack for business and connections in both legal and illegal circles. Handsome, tall, and generous, he had no shortage of admirers.
As we left the bar, Archie whispered in my ear, "Your best trait is how tolerant you are." It wasn't that I didn't care; it was just that if I truly cared about Archie's philandering ways, I would have lost my mind long ago.
It was already late at night when I brought Archie to my place. My ten-year-old Tricia, upon seeing me, immediately came to greet me. Tricia was incredibly intuitive, with large, blinking eyes. She rubbed against me and gave me a kiss, a daily ritual for us.
I had a special bond with Tricia. I found her in an exotic pet shop in Azliwood during a trip. The shop owner claimed she was a magical cat from Rimgue Mountain, said to bring longevity if eaten. Some big guys had specifically ordered her, and the owner was about to kill her when she looked at me with her big, blinking eyes. My heart softened, and I spent a hefty sum to buy her, even getting into a big argument with the men, nearly resulting in a fight.
Since then, Tricia became my beloved pet. I pampered her with the best food, drinks, and health supplements. I even remodeled my home to create a cat-friendly environment. Friends who visited often joked that they couldn't tell if the house was for me or the cat. Tricia's only flaw was her dislike for baths, but I indulged her in this too, often sending her to luxury pet spas for pampering.
In short, apart from paying off family debts, most of my money was spent on Tricia. I found joy in it because she provided me with emotional comfort that no one else could. However, Archie didn't like her. He always felt that Tricia had an intimidating and sinister look. He often tried to persuade me to get rid of her, but I always refused, leading to frequent arguments.
Back in the bedroom, Archie tossed me onto the bed, ready to undress and kiss me. Suddenly, we heard the familiar "thump, thump, thump" of Tricia entering the room. Every time Archie tried to be intimate with me, Tricia would run over, squeeze between us, and scratch his face.
"Such a buzzkill. Every time we try to be intimate, she has to come over," Archie grumbled, lighting a cigarette and sitting up. Just then, his phone rang. It was one of the attractive women calling, her voice flirtatious on the other end. "Alright, I'll be right over, you little minx," he said, hanging up without offering me any explanation and hurriedly leaving.
I knew he had grown tired of our relationship. To him, I had become a dull and uninteresting person. As he slammed the door, I had a feeling that our relationship was nearing its end. Sure enough, while I was out, Archie took all his stuff from my place. Along with him, Tricia also disappeared.
I went to the bar to find Archie and ask about Tricia's whereabouts, but he wasn't there. The attractive women took the opportunity to taunt me. Angered, I grabbed a bottle and swung it in their direction, but in the chaos, I ended up hitting my own head and passed out.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on a luxurious hotel suite's sofa. A stranger with a sculpted body and strikingly handsome face, wearing pajamas, was walking towards me. I felt a jolt of fear, touching the wound on my head to confirm I wasn't dreaming.