I Stopped Loving My Benefactor

A New York tycoon named Holden Lancaster sponsored two poor students.

One was the pure and innocent Charlotte Shaw.

The other was me—beautiful on the outside, but supposedly brainless.

The difference was that the former was someone he begged on his knees to sponsor.

The latter was me, who shamelessly begged him for help.

Years later, I became Holden Lancaster's secret lover.

And Charlotte returned from studying abroad.

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At nine PM, while Holden and I were having sex and he was about to change positions.

I caught a faint whiff of gardenia perfume on the back of his neck.