Service Was Mediocre: Reviewing My Billionaire Lover

Author: Min Xiaoxi

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 911 | Released on: 22/01/2026

cked up the three hundred dollars. He crushed the bills in his fist, his

lly felt when he discarded a nuisance.

awake. F

ers down a woman's spine. But for Avery Hall, it triggered a sharp, bli

over gravel. The scent of sandalwood and expensive, chemically crisp laundry deterg

ll of money. C

ling glass was too bright. She turned her head, ignoring the stiffness in her neck, and looke

m. She knew the minimalist grey furniture that looked uncomfortable to sit on.

white dress shirt that wasn't hers. Her legs were bare. T

she was supposed to be in this script. The desperate, clawing need for validation. The drugs slippe

settled in her chest, heavy as a stone. She had woken up in the "Death Flag" scene. This was t

ilence that followed was lou

maybe tw

or, and the shock helped ground her. She spotted her dress-a torn, s

avy, cream-colored personal stationery lay next to a signed, bl

way the last of the fear. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't g

raped over a sleek, black valet stand that had steamed them perfectly dry and wrinkle-free

om door cl

dark hair on his chest, trailing down his abdomen. He was beautiful in the way a sw

eyes narrowed. He braced himself, his jaw tightening. He was waitin

. She met his eyes. Her face w

"Avery, don't make this d

r him. Her voice was ras

pulled out her wallet. It was thin. She took out everything

he nightstand, right on top

a genuine crack in his armor. He looked from the cash

Avery lied. She kept her

hammering against her ribs like a tr

It wasn't a question anymore. It was a wa

't turn her body, just her head. She looke

e, Mr. Hunter.

or and slammed it

for a second, squeezing her eyes shut, exhaling the breath sh

e pressed the button with a shaking finger. She had ju

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Service Was Mediocre: Reviewing My Billionaire Lover

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“I woke up in a luxury penthouse with a blinding headache and bruises on my thighs, staring at the man who was about to ruin my life. Cullen Hunter, the most dangerous billionaire in Los Angeles, was stepping out of the shower, ready to discard me with a signed check and a cold look of disdain. Then the memories hit me like a physical blow. I realized I had woken up in the "Death Flag" scene of a script-this was the exact morning Avery Hall was supposed to be kicked out, humiliated, and started her downward spiral into a tragic death. The nightmare escalated within minutes. My own brother, Ernest, called to tell me I was no longer a member of the family, freezing my trust fund and evicting me from my apartment. He believed the lies of our "perfect" adopted sister, Cheslie, who had leaked her own private photos and framed me for it just to gain sympathy. Even my fiancé, Preston, couldn't wait to dump me in public, calling me a "crazy bitch" before running straight into Cheslie's waiting arms. I was suddenly homeless, bankrupt, and the most hated woman in the city. My family wanted me to crawl back and apologize on my knees for a crime I didn't commit, while the man I had just spent the night with watched my destruction with boredom. I didn't understand how they could all turn on me so fast, or how I was expected to survive in a world where the script was literally written for my failure. "Avery, don't make this difficult," Cullen warned, waiting for the tears he thought were coming. But I refused to play the victim. I pulled three hundred dollars of my last bits of cash, slapped them onto Cullen's nightstand, and told him the service was mediocre. I wasn't going to beg for love or mercy anymore; I was going to rewrite the ending of this story and become the most dangerous femme fatale Hollywood had ever seen.”