Chapter 274 - 273: Frolicking Together
Monica lazily rested her head against his chest, her legs tangled with his under the water. Her fingers playfully traced the faint marks she’d left on his shoulder earlier, a smug smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"You know," she said, stretching like a cat, "the moment I decided to step into Hollywood, I already gave up on that cheesy thing people call love."
Rex arched a brow. "Oh? That so?"
"Mhm," she hummed. "I knew from the beginning that it would demand everything. My time, my energy, my focus. . There wasn’t any space left for falling in love, romance, soulmates, or fairy tale endings."
She rolled her eyes."My only goal was to reach the top. Fame, power, recognition—that was all I wanted."
Then, with a wicked smirk, she added, "So, you don’t have to care too much about having other women or me finding out. Honestly, compared to what I’ve seen in Hollywood?" She scoffed. "Sleeping with a few women is noob-level drama."
Rex raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" he asked knowingly.
Monica snorted. "Please. Ninety-nine percent of this industry is rotting from the inside. Everyone’s either high, drunk, or dead behind the eyes. Drugs, orgies, blackmail, that’s like, day one." Her voice held a weird mix of humor and disgust. "Beating, torturing, destroying people’s lives for fun, that’s level two. And let’s not even get into how low it really goes."
Rex stayed quiet, watching her, the smile on his lips slowly fading.
She kept her tone light, but her eyes flickered with something darker. "These people don’t even spare other men. Married, old, young... kids." She paused for a beat, then laughed bitterly. "And they all smile like saints on camera."
He touched her arm gently, but she waved him off with a half-shrug. "Anyway, point is... I’m not expecting you to be a saint, Rex. I know what this world is. I just want you to know I chose this path. Fame over fairy tales."
She turned her head slightly, her grin widening. "But don’t get it twisted... that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook." Her finger pressed against his chest. "Just because I’m not possessive doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate getting bored. You’re mine. You belong to me now. Got it?"