Stuck In A One Man Harem
Language: en
I had spent two grueling months running myself ragged on these godforsaken missions. And there I was, sitting in the velvet shadows of a private VIP lounge, slipping a six-carat diamond proposal ring onto my finger for the eighth time. I smiled to myself, thinking, This is it. I’ve got these boys wrapped around my finger. Easy money. But when I pulled up the system interface, the progress bar was sitting at a flat, mocking zero percent. I completely lost my mind. I mass-texted all eight love interests at once: Is your love even real, or is it just a copy-paste job? You don't care about me…