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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..”

Little_North_Star · Thành thị
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The Audition(2)

Her hands shook as they fell away from the urn, limp at her sides, and she sat there, defeated and hollow. Her body slumped forward, eyes vacant, as if all life had been drained from her. The silence that followed was suffocating.

The judges and producers sat in stunned silence, unable to look away. Mingwa's performance had been so hauntingly real, so devastatingly raw, that for a moment, they forgot they were watching an audition. She had become the character entirely, making everyone feel her loss, her desperation, her helplessness.

When the scene ended, the room remained heavy with the weight of her performance, everyone too mesmerized to speak.

As the room lingered in silence, the impact of Mingwa's performance hung thick in the air. No one moved, no one spoke—captivated by the raw emotion she had poured into the scene. Her chest still heaved slightly, tears clinging to her lashes as she slowly stood, pulling herself out of the character's deep despair.