Contract Marriage: Fake Dating My Showbiz Wife
**Fake dating?…what could possibly go wrong** Kim Mingwa is a struggling D-list artist whose career is hanging by a thread. Desperate to keep her place in the spotlight, she accidentally finds herself entangled with the most notorious playboy in the industry—the CEO of the number one entertainment company in the country. Known for his bad reputation and inflated ego, the CEO is the last person she wants to be associated with, but when a scandal between them explodes in the media, they’re forced to fake a relationship to salvage both their careers. --- Kim Mingwa stared in horror at the headline: *Scandal Erupts Between D-List Actress and Industry’s Bad Boy CEO!* “This isn’t happening,” she whispered, her voice shaking. Beside her, the CEO only smirked, completely unfazed. “Welcome to showbiz, Miss Kim.” Mingwa glared at him. “You think this is funny? My career is on the line!” “It’s simple,” he replied, his tone cold. “Play along, or get left behind.” She clenched her fists, knowing she was trapped. “Fine,” she muttered. “But don’t think you can easily take advantage of me.” His smirk widened. “I wouldn’t dream of it..”
Where the hell are you
Back in the city, Jihoon stood outside Mingwa's apartment, his brows furrowed in concern. He had been trying to reach her for hours, but all his calls had gone unanswered. Normally, Mingwa would send a text, at least. But this silence? It wasn't like her.
Jihoon knocked again, harder this time. "Mingwa! It's Jihoon! Are you home?"
Nothing.
His concern deepened, and he tried the door. It was locked, but something about the quiet unsettled him. He knew Mingwa well enough to know that she wouldn't just vanish without a word—unless something was really wrong.
Pulling out his phone, Jihoon quickly dialed her number again, pacing as it rang. Voicemail. He cursed under his breath, frustration and worry gnawing at him.
Deciding he couldn't wait any longer, Jihoon used the spare key Mingwa had given him months ago and unlocked the door. The apartment was still, eerily so.