The Top Male Star Announced His Relationship With Me

I lost a dare.

Under the smug gaze of my best friend, I posted a moment on my social media.

"I'm just a dog on a leash for you!"

A minute later, my social media was bombarded with messages.

Headlines showed a screenshot of the latest Twitter post from the popular star Cruz.

"Please help find my girlfriend."

The post included two pictures.

One was a screenshot from my social media, and the other was a photo of me waking up at his place.

I magnified the screenshots several times, confirmed that the person in the pictures was indeed me, and was so startled that I fell off the sofa.

"What the hell!"

What was this guy trying to do?

My mind flashed with countless chaotic reasons.

Finally, the conclusion was that Cruz Owen wanted to kill me.

Why think that?

Because we've never gotten along since childhood.

How bad was it?

Just seeing him made me want to slap him a few times.

He hadn't seen me but already wanted to strangle me.

However, our parents have been close friends for over twenty years. Even though we've disliked each other for over a decade, we've maintained a facade of sibling affection.

So, now he finally couldn't hold back and wanted to have his fans kill me?

I recalled how a few years ago, other female celebrities had received razor blades from his fans, and I suddenly felt a chill on my neck.

I unconsciously touched the back of my neck, staring anxiously at the spinning website and clicking the mouse frantically.

Upon entering Twitter, this news was automatically pushed to me.

I clicked on it.

The photos were in high definition.

Even the crust in the corner of my eye was captured clearly!

This jerk not only took candid shots of me but also my unflattering ones!!!

Seeing the millions of views and nearly thirty thousand comments below, I felt dizzy with anger.

My image as a lady...was now ruined across the internet.

As expected, Cruz never holds back when it comes to slandering me!

At one point, he became my parents' favorite son by badmouthing me.

For a long time afterward, my parents even had me stay at his place for "correction."

During the last monthly exam in senior year, I was upset on the road due to a mistake in my test.

Suddenly, a boy appeared, offering me chocolates and confessing his love.

Cruz walked by, grim-faced, and threw the boy's gift into the trash. He then went home and reported to my parents that I was dating early.

Seeing my grades plummet, my parents immediately began lecturing me.

They accused me of early romance.

Finally, they sent me to his place for extra tutoring.

Even though our grades were similar and we often swapped first place, this time, I fell to eighth place due to poor performance.

I vowed to surpass him in the next city-wide mock exam to clear my name.

But that guy, whether he took a brain-enhancing pill or something, scored over twenty points more than me in the subsequent three mock exams and firmly remained in first place.

This cemented the accusation that my early romance had ruined my grades.

Meanwhile, in front of my parents, Cruz was a well-behaved little darling, sitting with his innocent amorous eyes and his exceptionally handsome and deceitful face. All my parents' nagging fell on me.

I angrily brought Cruz out of the Line blacklist.

When the video call connected, the boy praised as the nation hunk appeared before me.

He had just finished showering, draped in a bathrobe, his wet hair sticking to his scalp, giving his amorous eyes a deep and charming look.

I wish this man could just remain silent like a decoration, then I could truly admire his beauty. Being the most attractive person in four thousand years, he was impeccable from every perspective.

His magnetic, slightly hoarse voice was like a hook, tugging at every girl's heartstrings.

"Do you like it?"

If not for his dark history, with his looks and voice, I could obsessively watch his screen for a hundred years.

But there are no "ifs."

"Aren't you here to find me? Why haven't you come yet?"

I sneered. "If your fans knew you were lying, would they send you razor blades instead?"

I seriously considered this possibility and decided to expose this guy's lies under that Twitter post.

No sooner said than done.

I exited the video call and prepared to post on Twitter when a series of chaotic noises came from outside.

Cruz had ruined Twitter today; a comment took forever to send.

Just as I sent the post, the doorbell rang.

I thought my friend Rose Cook had come to ask about me and Cruz, so I eagerly opened the door.

To my surprise, standing outside was not Rose, but Cruz.

He was in pajamas, wearing sunglasses and a hat, with blue flip-flops on his feet, looking like a downtrodden young man kicked out by his landlord.

He was completely unrecognizable from the dazzling superstar on stage.

"What are you doing here?"

I scowled and tried to close the door with the lock.

He stepped forward, braced his hand against the door, spun around, and was now standing inside.

Throwing off his sunglasses and hat, he lazily flopped onto the sofa, his bright amorous eyes glowing seductively.

"Just came to see my girlfriend!"

I grabbed a cushion and threw it at him.

"Speak! Are you deliberately trying to get me killed!"

Thinking about the invasive fans I would need to guard against next, I felt like tearing Cruz apart right there.

I scrambled onto the sofa, straddling him, and twisted his ears.

"So, who do you want to be a dog for?"

Suddenly, there was a "click" from inside the door.

I turned around.

I didn't know when Rose had arrived at my place, her eyes wide as she watched us, honestly taking photos of us with her phone.

The door was slightly open, and a draft blew past me.

I shivered from the cold.

It was too shocking.

I quickly got off Cruz and hurriedly explained. "It's not what you think."

Rose looked at Cruz with starry eyes, covering my mouth with one hand.

"An explanation is just a cover-up; a cover-up is just not true. I only believe what I see. I'm Scarlet's best friend, and I approve of your marriage!"

What was going on?

She smiled widely, looking like a happy fool who had won a treasure.

Cruz slowly sat up from the sofa, deliberately showcasing the collarbone exposed during our physical contact, and extended his hand to Rose.

"Hello, I'm Cruz!"

The happy fool eagerly shook his hand.

"Scarlet often talks about you! She says she admires you greatly and would be content with a passionate romance with you."

"When did I..."

Before I could finish, Rose covered my mouth again.

She comfortingly patted my head. "Be good. Don't be shy! You're a locked couple, and I've swallowed the key! Continue!"

Like a puff of blue smoke, she disappeared.

I angrily kicked Cruz out of my house.