Breaking The Tragic Billionaires Script

To spite me, my arch-nemesis signed me up for an elite, invitation-only matchmaking service.

I was ready to dial his number and scream until my lungs gave out, but then, a flicker of translucent text drifted across my vision like a live stream comment:

[The male leads move is genius. To avoid a forced marriage with the villainess, hes throwing her at the feet of the tragic billionaire second lead.]

[Too bad the villainess is such a brat. Shes going to insult him within five minutes and send him running. Eventually, this guy becomes the main girls personal ATM.]

[Dominic is so devoted and rich, and he literally dies saving the heroine at the end. My heart still aches for him.]

Wait. Dominic? Dominic Blackwood? The man they call the "Crown Prince of the East Coast"?

I swallowed the curses hovering at the tip of my tongue and smoothed my voice into a honeyed purr. "Actually, Im free tonight. You pick the place."

01

The voice on the other end was cool, resonant, and carried a magnetic weight. "Perfect, Miss Miller. Ill send the address shortly."

The line went dead. Before I could process the heartbeat-thumping reality of it, the comments began flooding my vision again.

[Wait, wait, wait. This isn't in the script. Why did the villainess agree? Isn't she supposed to give him the 'cold shoulder' and act like shes too good for a blind date?]

[Oh god, what if she actually sticks to him? My pure-hearted warrior king is in danger!]

[Relax, everyone. Aside from her face, Jade Miller is a literal void. She cant compete with our sweet, angelic Daisy.]

I quickly looked up the matchmaking service Dominic had mentioned. My jaw dropped. The membership fee started at a hundred thousand dollars.

Hudson, that bastard. He really went all out just to get rid of me. It proved one thing, though: the bridge between Hudson and me wasn't just burned; it was nuked. An alliance? A marriage? Not in this lifetime.

For the date, I went through the full ritualclarifying shampoo, a silk-press, and the kind of "no-makeup" makeup that actually takes two hours to perfect.

Just as I was finishing, my mother called.

"Jade, the holidays are coming up, and your father and I were thinking about your future"

"Mom, I have a boyfriend," I interrupted, cutting the lecture off at the pass.

"Since when? Who is he?"

"Don't worry about it. Ill bring him home for New Year's so you can inspect the goods."

I hung up, feeling a hollow pit form in my stomach. As the comments said, this was just a meeting. Whether I could actually land the worlds most coveted bachelor was a massive "if."

I looked at my reflection and sighed. "If I can't seal the deal, I'm going to have to hire an actor to play my fianc for the holidays."

The comments let out a collective sigh of relief:

[Scared me for a second. Turns out shes just trying to get her parents off her back.]

[Dominic belongs to Daisyand to us! He would never fall for a shallow trophy like her.]

[Don't worry, Dominic has impeccable taste. Hell see right through her.]

At 7:00 PM, I walked into a dimly lit, hushed lounge in Midtown. The moment I saw Dominic, two words echoed in my mind: Pure. Perfection.

Broad shoulders, a tailored charcoal suit, and eyes so deep they felt like a confession. He looked better than any Forbes cover Id ever seen.

I sat down, took a breath, and looked him straight in the eye. "Lets skip the small talk. Are we getting married or what?"

02

The comments exploded.

[??? Is she insane?]

[A proposal? On the first date? Is this some new kind of psychological warfare?]

Dominic clearly hadnt expected the directness. He froze for a fraction of a second, then a small, intrigued smile played at the corner of his mouth. "I haven't even introduced myself yet."

I gave him my most sincere, wide-eyed look. "No need. Im a big believer in vibes, and honestly? You have a very trustworthy face."

[Trustworthy face my ass! Shes just thirsty!]

[I told you shes a total visual chaser. One look at a hot guy and she loses her mind.]

Dominic politely finished his introduction anyway, and I shared a few brief details about my life. To keep the momentum from dying, I suggested, "Its a bit stuffy in here. Want to take a walk?"

As long as I wasn't awkward, the awkwardness belonged to the universe, not me. We needed more contact to build a spark.

He didn't refuse. We headed out to the riverfront path. The evening breeze was cool, carrying the scent of rain and salt. "A man with your credentials shouldn't need a matchmaking service," I said, glancing at him. "Didn't your family set something up for you?"

What I really wanted to ask was: Why are you here with someone like me?

He watched the dark water of the Hudson River. "I believe in intuition. Marriage is for life. I want to find someone I actually like."

[Listen to that! Thats his romantic soul speaking! Thats why he falls for Daisy later at first sight!]

As he spoke, a stray cat darted out from the shadows and rubbed against my heel. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small pouch of premium cat treats.

"You carry those around?" Dominic asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Tossing loose food on the ground is messy and attracts rats. These come with a little biodegradable trayit's cleaner." I expertly opened the packet.

His expression softened significantly. "You have cats?"

"Four cats, one rescue dog. You should come over and meet them sometime. They're better judges of character than I am."

[Calculated! So calculated! Shes building a 'kind-hearted animal lover' persona!]

[But Dominic is a sucker for that! Dammit, look at the way hes looking at her.]

[Don't panic! Daisy is about to make her entrance. Once they're in the same room, the difference will be obvious!]

The moment that comment scrolled past, a scream pierced the air: "Stop! Thief!"

A girl in a white dress blurred past us. It was her. Daisy.

Behind her, an elderly woman was stumbling, crying out in distress. Daisy was running, breathless and beautiful, but she was losing ground.

This was it. The villainesss cue to be a bystanderor a hero.

The comments said I was just a pretty face, but they forgot Id spent three years in competitive MMA and kickboxing. I shoved my designer clutch into Dominics arms and took off like a shot.

Just as I was about to close the gap on the thief, the comments turned a frantic, bleeding red:

[Is she an idiot? The thief has a knife!]

03

Almost simultaneously, I saw the thiefs hand dive into his jacket.

My heart hammered against my ribs. My instinct yelled at me to pivot, but my momentum was too high. I couldn't stop.

Suddenly, a dark shadow lunged from the side. A heavy boot connected squarely with the thiefs chest.

It was Dominic.

The thief went flying with a choked cry, a switchblade clattering onto the pavement. Dominic was on him in a heartbeat, pinning the guy's arms behind his back with practiced, military precision.

Me? Because Id tried to stop mid-sprint, I tripped over my own feet.

There was a sickening crack, and a white-hot flare of agony shot through my knee.

By then, Daisy had arrived. Her face was flushed, a few stray hairs clinging to her damp forehead. She looked like a tragic oil painting. She glanced at Dominic first, then finally noticed me crumpled on the ground. She reached out to help. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

I hissed through my teeth. "I wanted to say 'I'm fine,' but my kneecap is currently filing a formal protest."

[LOL, why is the villainess actually kind of funny?]

[Daisy is so gorgeous, though. Even her sweat looks like morning dew.]

Daisy took the stolen bag back to the elderly woman, offering sweet, angelic comfort. It was so wholesome I almost wanted to applaud.

Dominic watched Daisys retreating back for a second, then turned his full attention to me. "Did you call the police?"

I nodded, gripping my leg. "On it."

The cops arrived quickly and hauled the thief away. The old woman was still sobbing, saying the bag held the money for her husbands surgery. Daisy was hovering, her eyes brimming with tears. "Don't worry, ma'am, we'll find a way..."

Dominic walked over and handed the woman a business card. "Go to this clinic. Tell them I sent you. Ill cover the costs."

Classic. The second leads perfection was truly unparalleled. Watching him and Daisy standing there together, bathed in the streetlights, they looked like the cover of a romance novel.

[This is the 'official couple' vibe!]

[Im Team Dominic! I officially approve of this match!]

[What is the villainess still doing on the ground? Can't she see the mood? Read the room!]

I would have loved to read the room from a standing position, but my leg wasn't taking orders.

Dominic finished with the woman and knelt in front of me. "Can you walk?"

"Probably not. I think Ive officially retired from the track and field team."

[Such an actress. She ran like a beast a second ago, now shes playing the damsel.]

Without a word, Dominic scooped me up in a bridal carry. He didn't just help me; he tucked me against his chest and carried me all the way to his car.

At the hospital, the verdict was a hairline fracture. I stared at the X-ray, wanting to cry. Id crippled myself for a blind date.

Worse was the comment that scrolled by:

[Villainess is literally made of glass. So fragile. Unlike our Daisy, who is healthy, vibrant, and full of life.]

04

Bad news travels fast, but in high society, it travels at the speed of light.

By the next morning, Hudson had heard about my injury. He strutted into my apartment uninvited, carrying a cane encrusted with Swarovski crystals.

"Nice work, Jade. Its not even Christmas and youve already managed to turn yourself into a decorative ornament."

Hudsons handsome face was twisted into a smirk that begged to be slapped. "I heard you were playing vigilante. Do you have a hero complex or is your skull just thicker than I thought?"

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks to you, I'm still breathing. Now, don't tell my mother."

"Why would I bother?" Hudson leaned against the wall, glancing around. "You live near the university district, right?"

I eyed him suspiciously. "Why do you care? Don't tell me you came here just to check on my health."

His eyes flickered, and his ears turned a faint shade of pink. "I was just passing by. Wanted to see if youd finally kicked the bucket."

A lightbulb went off in my head. "Youre stalking Daisy, aren't you?"

Hudson jumped as if Id zapped him with a cattle prod. "Shut up! I have things to do. Bye!" He practically sprinted out the door.

The comments confirmed it instantly:

[Hes blushing! He only moved to this neighborhood to be near Daisy!]

[Classic. He uses the villainess as an excuse just to be in the same zip code as the heroine.]

I stared at the closed door. Bastard.

Five minutes later, the doorbell rang again. I assumed Hudson had forgotten his keys. I hopped to the door on one foot. "I swear to god, Hudson, if you"

It wasn't Hudson. It was Dominic.

He was standing there with two middle-aged women in nurses scrubs. The sight caught me so off-guard that I lost my balance. I started to tilt backward.

Dominic moved like lightning, catching me around the waist. In the panic, my hands slammed against his chest to steady myself.

Solid. Firm. Perfectly defined. So, the rumors about his gym routine were true.

"I heard you were having trouble moving around," he said, his voice a low rumble near my ear. "I brought some professional help to look after you." He paused, looking down at me. "But... could you let go of my shirt?"

My face burned, but instead of letting go, I tightened my grip, my fingers grazing the muscle beneath the fabric. If Daisy hadn't snatched him up yet, I wasn't going to play fair.

I tilted my head back, meeting his gaze. "Dominic. About that marriage proposal. Have you made up your mind?"

He looked down at me, a spark of somethingamusement, perhapsdancing in his eyes. "Yes."

I blinked. "Wait, what?"

He gently took my hands from his chest and held them in his own. "I said yes. But before we get married, do you think you could stop feeling me up?"

My brain went completely numb.

What did he just say?

He said yes?

The comments went absolutely nuclear:

[WHAT?! IS DOMINIC BLIND?!]

[No! My pure warrior king has been captured by a succubus!]

[The plot is breaking! THE PLOT IS BREAKING!]

As the virtual screams echoed in my mind, I looked at this magnificent man and smiled like the villainess I was supposed to be.

To hell with the script. This man was mine.

05

Dominics "yes" didn't just silence the comments; it broke my brain.

A few days later, I was tucked into a bed in a VIP wing of the hospital, leg in a cast, holding an apple Dominic had just meticulously peeled for me. The whole thing felt like a fever dream.

"So... Mr. Blackwood," I said, swallowing a piece of apple. "I might have been a little medicated when I asked that. I was kidding. You don't have to take it seriously."

Dominic was sitting in the armchair by the bed, slowly wiping his hands with a wet nap. He stopped, lifting his eyes to mine. "Kidding?"

He was smiling, but a chill ran down my spine.

"Miss Miller, Im a businessman." He leaned forward, his presence suddenly heavy and suffocating in the best way possible. "In my world, once a deal is struck, theres no backing out. You made an offer, I accepted. The contract is closed."

[The tension! Is he going dark?]

[Youre in for it now, Jade. Dominic hates being played.]

[Run! Oh wait, your leg is broken. Youre trapped!]

Run? Where would I go?

I forced a nervous laugh. "Don't you think this is a bit fast? Shouldn't we, I don't know, date first? Get to know each other... intimately?"

Dominic arched an eyebrow. "Intimately? I agree. We should."

My face went scarlet. Was he flirting or threatening me?

"What I mean is," Dominic said, seemingly enjoying my discomfort, "we need to get the paperwork done quickly to satisfy our families. As for getting to know each other, well have a lifetime for that."

He reached into his leather briefcase and pulled out a thick folder. "This is the prenuptial agreement. Take a look."

I scanned the pages. Good god. The assets listed were staggeringreal estate, stocks, trust funds. As long as I didn't do something stupid to trigger a divorce, Id be set for several lifetimes.

[Is he under a spell? Is this real?]

[Daisy is going to be devastated! This was all supposed to be hers!]

[I don't buy it. This has to be a trap. Hes going to ruin her.]

Trap or not, youd have to be an idiot to turn down this kind of security. I grabbed a pen and signed my name in bold, sweeping strokes.

Dominic looked at the signature, a satisfied glint in his eyes. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. Blackwood."

06

Because of my injury, our "cohabitation" began immediately. "For your recovery," he claimed.

In reality, Dominic was a genius. He had moved my cats and my dog into his sprawling penthouse before I even arrived, claiming he "didn't want them to get depressed in an empty house."

I watched my high-maintenance Ragdoll cat, who usually treated everyone with utter disdain, purring and rubbing against Dominics legs. I felt a pang of betrayal.

"Traitor," I whispered.

Dominic, reading a report on the sofa, looked up. "Did you say something?"

"Just talking to the cat," I muttered.

Then, the doorbell rang.

Dominic went to answer it. I craned my neck to see who it was. The door swung open to reveal Hudson, looking like hed just sucked a lemon.

"Dominic, I heard Jade was staying here..."

Hudson stopped dead when he saw me. I was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing one of Dominics oversized white button-downs because my own clothes hadn't been delivered yet.

Hudsons face turned a violent shade of green. "Jade! Have you no shame? Lounging around a mans house dressed like that?"

I rolled my eyes. "None of your business, Hudson. If youre not here to drop off my mail, get lost. Were busy."

[SHIPS ARE CLASHING!]

[The male lead is jealous! Hes losing it!]

[Fight! Fight! Fight!]

Hudson lunged forward as if to grab my arm, but Dominic stepped into his path. Dominic was a good three inches taller, and his aura was sheer steel. He kept one hand in his pocket, his voice calm. "Hudson. Breaking and entering is a bit beneath you, isn't it?"

"Dominic, don't let this woman fool you! Shes just a shallow social climber!" Hudson yelled.

Dominics eyes went cold. He reached out, grabbed Hudsons pointing finger, and twisted it just slightly.

"Ow! Dammit!"

"Watch your tone," Dominic said, dropping his hand and reaching for a wet nap. "She is my fiance. I don't want to hear another disrespectful word about her."

"Fiance?" Hudsons eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Are you... are you serious?"

I lifted my chin triumphantly. "Dead serious. Better start saving up for the wedding gift, Hudson. Don't be cheap."

Hudson looked at me, then at Dominic, then stormed out, slamming the door so hard the glass rattled.

[So satisfying! The male lead just got served!]

[Dominic is such a protective king. Im officially a fan!]

[But what about Daisy? Isn't he supposed to love her?]

I was wondering the same thing. Speak of the devil...

The moment Hudson left, Dominics phone rang. He looked at the screen, a small frown forming, and answered.

Daisys voice, thick with tears, was perfectly audible in the quiet room: "Dominic... Im at the hospital... that womans family is here causing a scene, and Im so scared..."