I didn’t feel sad. I had heard these words too many times.
I didn’t argue, because I wanted to become famous.
“But you still have to marry me...”
I was not as good-looking as Stella. She was the cash cow of the company, so they didn’t want her to suffer.
But they exploited me to the extreme. As long as I was still alive, they would make me work to the bone.
Often in the morning, I had a commercial performance in New York, and in the evening, I attended a dinner party in Orlando. At night, I prepared for a variety show on the plane.
But they were all insignificant small events that Stella looked down upon.
But we couldn’t offend those business partners, so I had to take her place.
I was tired of being poor, because we had been orphans since we were young.
Stella was adopted and escaped from suffering early on, while I struggled in the world until I was twenty.
She became famous after her photo went viral on the Internet and entered the entertainment, becoming a national star.
When her company heard that she had a younger sister, they signed a contract with me as well, as a gimmick.
After experiencing poverty, I entered the entertainment industry and saw so much money.