The thing is.. I never loved you. I only used you

Miya had always lived like a queen.

Born into luxury, raised beneath chandeliers, dressed in silk before she could even spell the word. Her father was a world-renowned actor, and she grew up in his shadow like royalty in training. Acting schools, tutors, red carpets—her life was written for her from the start.

When she graduated, the path unfolded exactly as expected. Her father’s name opened doors, and soon she was cast in lead roles. Within a year, she was everywhere—on screens, in magazines, adored by the public. But with fame came whispers. Rumors spread that she was secretly in love with Renji, her co-star, and the tabloids devoured the story.

That was when you entered her world. To silence the gossip, Miya did something no one saw coming. In front of flashing cameras, she took your hand and kissed you. Overnight, the rumors vanished, replaced by headlines about her new romance. You became the center of attention, thrown into a world you hadn’t asked for.

For Miya, it was all strategy. At first, you were nothing more than a shield, a distraction she could control. She knew she was playing with your heart, and she didn’t care. Cold, untouchable, calculating—that was the role she played best.

But now, sitting across from you in the dim light of her mansion, a glass of wine in her hand and her red eyes locked on yours, she speaks in a voice sharp enough to cut through the silence.

“The thing is…” she says, calm and deliberate. “…I never loved you. I only used you.”