The first time I had that erotic dream, I wrote it off as just a dream. Nothing more. Then I came across a post that changed everything. There, my socially reserved CEO husband was draped in women’s clothes, cradling a doll. He was turned on and whimpering. “Baby, please.” And I remembered. The faceless man from my dreams always panted those words in my ear. Last night, he’d said, “Let’s meet. I’m very famous.” I’d nibbled his ear and replied, “Prove it. Send me a photo of you in a dress, and I’ll agree to anything.” I truly thought it was just a dream. But now, my distant, seemingly woman-averse husband had posted a photo of him in a dress. I was stunned. Amelia’s POV Last night, as the dream’s heat reached its peak, the man’s teeth grazed my earlobe. His voice was low, intoxicating drug. “I want to see you, baby. Let’s meet for real.” I’d been having this dream for over a year. We were perfectly matched in my dreams, the only downside being that I’d forget his face as soon as I woke up. Even though I could feel every inch of his skin with intense pleasure, his features were always obscured as if by a mist. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall them. But getting pampered by a man with an amazing body in my dreams wasn’t a bad deal. Now he wanted to cross the line. He coaxed and sweet-talked me while making love, as if he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. My heart leapt, but even in the dream, I stayed clear-headed. “Prove it. If you’re serious…wear a dress. Post the photo. Then I’ll agree.” He’d told me he was very famous, famous enough that his businesses spanned across the entire continent. I didn’t believe anyone would willingly ruin their image for a dream. He seemed displeased in the dream, and I woke up feeling unsatisfied. I couldn’t help it. My background made sure of that. I’d buried my family name and wealth to claw my way into the entertainment industry as a nobody. After years of grinding, I was finally gaining some traction. I couldn’t throw everything away for a boy toy. “Amelia! Check out the trending topics!” My agent, Brenda Davis, exploded into my apartment at dawn, shoving her tablet at me. #DanielHayesCrossDressing was trending at number one. I was stunned. I tapped it. And there he was: Daniel Hayes, the famously untouchable CEO, in a selfie. He was wearing a dress, cradling a doll. Comments exploded like a wildfire. “Oh my God, Daniel’s looks can cross over! He’s so beautiful!” “So the CEO persona was fake; cross-dressing was his true nature. CEOs certainly have different tastes!” “Did Mr. Hayes lose a game of Truth or Dare?” “What’s happening? Was he hacked?” Not long after, an answer arrived, wrapped in the perfect alibi. The comment, from Celeste Monroe, read: “Daniel, your birthday gift for me is quite the surprise!” Celeste was Daniel’s childhood sweetheart. Rumors about Celeste and Daniel having an arranged marriage had circulated but were never confirmed. Now, with Celeste publicly acknowledging their relationship, netizens assumed it was their way of showing off their love. “Their love is too sweet! Mr. Hayes is throwing away his reputation for true love!” “So the rumors were true; Daniel and Celeste are getting married. They’re a match made in heaven!” “Amelia Stone is just a bitch desperate for attention, constantly stirring up scandals with Ryan, and shamelessly pretending to be Daniel’s wife. Now she’s massively embarrassed herself!” The Amelia they were talking about was me. The rumors with Ryan Scott were just marketing orchestrated by my company, but they clearly hadn’t worked. Now that Celeste had publicly claimed her love, I was the clown. My agent, Brenda, asked worriedly, “Isn’t Daniel your husband? What’s going on with him and Celeste?” “I don’t know.” My mind was reeling from the shock that Daniel was the man from my dreams; I had no mental space for anything else. Daniel and Celeste indeed had an engagement. Celeste was always flamboyant and had a good public image, so everyone naturally focused on her and Daniel. But no one knew that I was the true, legitimate Blackwood daughter, and Celeste was merely an adopted sister after I went missing. My phone rang at the most inconvenient moment. Seeing Daniel’s name on the screen, I was so startled, I threw my phone out the window. Peace at last.
Amelia’s POV Daniel and I were strangers, having only met once on our wedding day. He was forced into marriage by his family, and he wore a scowl the entire time. After the wedding, he continued to live in the small apartment provided by his company. We had no emotional connection to begin with and agreed not to interfere with each other’s lives. I, of course, approved. I just never imagined that the man who relentlessly pursued me in my dreams every night would be the usually expressionless Daniel! Could it be that I’d lusted after him for too long, which led to me shamelessly seeking him out in my dreams? His toned physique, those chiseled abs-so fit and strong. If only in real life… I slapped myself to snap out of it. Damn it! Why was my mind filled with Daniel! Brenda walked in just as I slapped myself, excitedly shaking my shoulders. “Amelia, you’re going to be huge! ‘Star Talk’ has invited you!” “Star Talk” was the prime-time talk show, a spot reserved for A-listers. For a small-time actress like me to land an invitation, it felt like a cosmic stroke of luck. But when I got to the set, I found out the show had also invited Celeste. No one online knew my true identity; in the media’s eyes, I was just Celeste’s little protégé. Celeste was doing much better than me. She was famous, had a good personality, and great looks. She was already a household name in the industry and was willing to lower her status to help me out on various variety shows and TV dramas. In her fans’ eyes, she was humble and kind, while I was seen as malicious and jealous. As expected, as soon as the show started, the comment section was flooded. “Celeste is so beautiful!” “Amelia is pretending to be Daniel’s wife and still dares to appear at the same event as Celeste! What thick skin!” “The commenter above is right, Amelia’s fame is built on riding coattails anyway. Her fans just don’t bother to argue with her!” “Shameless bitch! Get out of the entertainment industry!” Seeing the comment section ablaze, the host smiled, pleased, and took charge. “I’m sure everyone has seen the trending topics. Today, we’ve invited the people behind the trending topic to respond to everyone.” Celeste, like a young girl experiencing first love, shyly said, “Daniel is so annoying, he wore my clothes for a photo and posted it online.” That line instantly sent netizens into a frenzy. “So Daniel was wearing Celeste’s clothes! Oh my God! They truly are a married couple!” Although Daniel wasn’t a major celebrity, with his striking features and perfect physique, he stood out among other CEOs, becoming the dream man for countless women. Celeste smiled, looking at me. Celeste had been present at the wedding, and she knew I wouldn’t go public with my relationship with Daniel. “Amelia, some netizens are questioning whether the previous reports about Daniel’s wife were self-orchestrated by you. Now Daniel’s wife, Celeste, is here. What’s your response?” The host and Celeste exchanged knowing glances; it was clear they had set a trap for me. Actually, I hadn’t planned on hiding my marriage. The day after Daniel and I registered our marriage, I posted about being married online. But Daniel’s grandfather, fearing extreme fan backlash and concerned for my safety if my identity was exposed, had the post taken down. To netizens, posting then deleting, without any clarification, became irrefutable proof that I was faking it, buying trending topics, and deliberately riding Daniel’s coattails for fame. After the host finished, Celeste set another trap for me. “Amelia, since everyone wants to know, why don’t you call Daniel and explain it to everyone?” Comments below followed suit, mocking me. “Amelia probably doesn’t even have Mr. Hayes’s contact info!” But to my surprise, Daniel called me at that exact moment. I calmly showed the incoming call on the screen to the camera, then pressed accept. “Daniel, what is it?” Seeing Celeste’s frozen smile and the screen full of question marks in the livestream, I finally felt a sense of satisfaction. On the other end, Daniel paused for a moment, his voice sounding unnatural. “To talk about divorce.”
Amelia’s POV For the first time in my life, I held the number one spot on the trending topics, and it was because of my divorce from Daniel. Brenda’s phone was ringing off the hook. Before, netizens cursed me for chasing clout; now, they cursed me for divorcing, saying I was deliberately putting on a show. Even worse, some claimed I was a third party who climbed my way up, causing Daniel and Celeste’s relationship to break down, which led to the current situation. Brenda stood up for me. “Amelia, why don’t we just announce your identity?” I gave a bitter laugh. Announce my identity? I was just an outsider, merely sharing the Blackwood bloodline. When my parents found me and brought me back, they explicitly told me, “Amelia, Celeste is your sister. We’ve raised her for so many years; we have feelings for her. You need to learn to accept her and love her as a sister.” They certainly felt they owed me, but the moment they decided to arrange my marriage with the Hayes family, that debt was considered paid. In their eyes, the Hayes family was the best possible match for a daughter. Celeste was the apple of their eye; they couldn’t bear to let her leave their side. For me, their long-lost, impoverished biological daughter, marrying into the incredibly wealthy Hayes family was a huge blessing, enough to compensate for everything. Not only did they no longer feel guilty, but they even thought I had taken a huge advantage from Celeste and should make it up to her. What would revealing my identity now achieve? It would only be another public humiliation. They wouldn’t let Celeste lose face. That evening, the Hayes family butler called me, saying Daniel’s grandfather was so enraged by the online comments that he was hospitalized. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw Daniel kneeling by the bedside, with Celeste kneeling beside him. They looked like a couple torn apart by villains. Celeste cried out, “Grandpa, I truly love Daniel. If you hadn’t insisted on separating us back then, none of this would have happened!” Then came my biological mother’s blaming voice. “It’s all your fault! If you had just let Celeste marry Daniel back then, how good that would have been! You just had to give this marriage to Amelia!” My biological mother said this to my biological father, but she forgot. When I first came back, she held my hand and spoke earnestly, “Amelia, this marriage was arranged for you when you were little. Of course, it should be you who fulfills it.” According to what I heard, when I was very young, Daniel’s mother arranged our marriage agreement. Sadly, she passed away from illness later, and her only regret before she died was not seeing us grow up. During the years I was missing, Celeste had the opportunity to marry Daniel as a Blackwood daughter. But Daniel’s grandfather and my father both insisted on waiting for my return, which led to the current situation. “You scoundrel!” “Tell me honestly, are you divorcing because of Celeste!” Daniel’s grandfather was furious, grabbing a water cup and throwing it at Daniel. Daniel didn’t dodge or avoid it, kneeling rigidly, his resolve firm. I entered before Daniel could speak. “Grandpa.” Daniel’s grandfather saw me and was both surprised and pleased, but then his old face creased into a frustrated frown, clearly helpless in the face of the situation. My mother’s face lit up with joy when she saw me. “Amelia! My dear daughter! Anyway, you and Daniel were never truly together. How about we take this opportunity to quietly get a divorce, and let your sister marry him. Publicly, we’ll say it was a prank, how does that sound? This way, everyone will be happy, and it won’t damage the relationship between the two families.” Everyone held their breath, waiting for my decision. I simply smiled faintly and placed the fruit I had specially bought for Grandpa on the table. “Grandpa, I need to talk to Daniel. Can I borrow him for a few minutes?” Daniel’s grandfather immediately scolded Daniel. “You scoundrel! Did you hear that! Amelia wants to talk to you!” Celeste stood in front of me, looking indignant. “What are you going to do to Daniel now?” I ignored Celeste, turned my head, and gave Daniel a sweet smile. “Darling, let’s talk, shall we?” Celeste’s face darkened. At the end of the hallway. Daniel followed me out. The real-life Daniel was different from the one in my dreams. In reality, he was always cold and distant towards me; our lives hardly intersected. Before he could speak, I laid out my terms. “I agree to divorce you, but I have a condition.” “You need to act like you’re deeply in love with me, and that I’m the one who’s lost interest and wants the divorce. If you can do that, we can officially divorce in a month.”
Amelia’s POV In the face of a media storm, nothing clarifies rumors better than a public display of affection. I had arranged for reporters and prepared a press release, but Daniel was nowhere to be found. Reporter Leo Miller contacted me. “Amelia, I’m helping you out as a favor to Brenda. But I heard through the grapevine that Daniel is currently at Celeste’s villa. You just cost me a front-page exclusive!” Leo Miller sent me a photo. Daniel, who was supposed to be showing up with flowers for me, was seen wearing a bespoke suit, hurrying into Celeste’s villa. I dialed Daniel’s phone. “Where are you?” Perhaps because Grandpa had forced the marriage on Daniel, I could feel that he still harbored hostility towards me. Even his voice sounded cold. “Celeste isn’t feeling well; I need to take care of her.” I reminded him, “You stood me up.” “Our agreement was merely to maintain a superficial marriage. I’ve already sent my assistant over; there’s no need to waste my time.” Daniel sent his assistant to the film set with a food truck. It was a grand gesture, with banners professing his love for me, flowers, and all the usual props for a public display of affection – nothing was left out. But the leading man himself was at Celeste’s villa. This undoubtedly made me the laughingstock of the entire internet. Celeste smugly sent me a photo of Daniel asleep at a desk. “Amelia, so what if you hold the title of Daniel’s wife? Daniel loves me; you’ll never win against me!” I had stayed awake for two days straight. And he? He just turned around and slept soundly in Celeste’s arms. “Brenda, please ask the director for half a day off for me. Don’t let anyone disturb me!” After sending the message, I locked the dressing room door. I was going to get my revenge in the dream! In the dream, the scene was like the set of an explicit film. A sensual realm bathed in soft light, an ambiguous atmosphere, even the air was thick with mist. Before I could even gather my wits, my lips were sealed. Daniel, like a starving wolf, pounced on me, pinning me to the bed. He leaned down, caressing me, constantly taking from me, his hoarse voice whispering in my ear. “Amelia, I’ve missed you so much.” Damn it, every time I’d been ensnared and drawn into his spell like this! But ever since I knew the dream man was Daniel, I’d been completely clear-headed, from head to toe. I struggled and pushed him away. Daniel’s eyes were hazy, his clothes disheveled, the passion still evident. I jumped off the bed, drawing a clear line. “From today until I find a way to sever this dream connection, I forbid you from touching me again!” Daniel clung to me like a puppy, his face full of regret, as if he hadn’t tried hard enough. “Why? If you don’t like it, you can be on top.” Even in dreams, we carried the weight of memory upon waking. This needy, desperate version of him was a stranger-nothing like the ice-cold, untouchable Daniel Hayes the world knew. I kept my distance. “You’re married! Even in a dream, I won’t be a mistress!” Panic flashed in his eyes. He dropped to his knees and hugged me. “It’s a business arrangement! A contract! I don’t love her. I’ve never even wanted her. I only love you!” His words left my heart in turmoil. Although I didn’t love Daniel either. But feelings grow over time. For the past year, we were like any ordinary couple, together day and night in our dreams. That world was just the two of us, from dusk till dawn. To say I felt nothing would be a lie. I hadn’t forgotten why I’d come to the dream realm. I raised my hand and slapped him again. Slap. “You have a wife!” I choked out, tears streaming. “I saw the photos! And you still snuck around with her with me! You’re nothing but a lying scumbag!”
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