Cage Bird’s New Game

Rumor had it my sugar daddy was tired of me and wanted to break up.

Helpful and civic-minded as always, I immediately hopped onto a popular gossip forum to recruit his next replacement.

In-network referral for my ex. Great performance, low maintenance.

30% finder's fee. Serious inquiries only.

Within a day, two thousand candidates had signed up.

Left with no other choice, I created a massive group chat and auctioned off his private itinerary, letting them battle it out and compete for the position.

Hounded and cornered on all sides by eager bachelorettes, my sugar daddy, Barrett, finally snapped.

When he got home, his face was blacker than coal.

"My darling, I gave you my primary black card. Was that not enough?"

"Do you seriously have to monetize every single breath I take...?"

I had been with Barrett for three years, and he had finally grown tired of me.

According to my undercover informant, Barrett had been sitting in a VIP lounge, casually playing with his lighter, when he tossed a dismissive remark to his friends.

"Marry her?"

"Where did that ridiculous rumor come from?"

"I guess it's time to break it off..."

Hearing this tragic news, I didn't waste a single second crying. I immediately logged onto my socials, determined to squeeze every last drop of value out of him before my eviction.

In-network referral for my sugar daddy. Great performance, low maintenance.

The man is a local billionaire, handsome, generous, mentally stable, drives million-dollar cars, and owns real estate worldwide.

I am resigning from my post due to force majeure. Now selling his contact. Only charging a 30% finder's fee. Serious inquiries only.

Perhaps the title was a bit too blunt, but the post immediately drew a massive crowd of onlookers. Within half a day, two thousand people had applied.

The comment section was pure chaos.

Me! Me! Pick me!

Give him to me!!!

I have the least self-respect! Let me go first!

With so many applicants, I had to create a giant group chat. After a quick preliminary screening, I gathered all the interested candidates.

I've uploaded some of my soon-to-be-ex's private files to the group folder. Please review @everyone.

The chat erupted like a bomb.

Holy shit, the admin's boyfriend is Barrett?!

Who? Who is Barrett?!

A massive tycoon. Third-generation old money. I can't say much more or my account will get banned...

????!

Is everyone eating this good nowadays?!

I'm currently serving a sugar daddy who is eighty and has terrible gas. I can't take it anymore. Can I get priority, please...

No way, first come, first served!

I'll put down a five-thousand-dollar deposit right now!

Ten thousand!

Fifty thousand! I just want a meeting. I'll handle the rest myself @admin @admin.

Let's just auction off his itinerary! Everyone gets a fair, competitive shot!!!

I stared at the screen, blinking.

Sigh. This kind of money seemed significantly easier to make than a finder's fee.

As for Barrett's itinerary, I didn't even have to dig for it.

Lately, he had been taking his "doting boyfriend" role far too seriously, sending me daily play-by-plays of his business trips, down to the exact hotel room numbers.

All I had to do was copy, paste, and watch the cash flow into my account.

This was brilliant!

I immediately took action and posted in the group.

We are now holding a bid for Barrett's current hotel location. Highest bidder wins. If the winner defaults, it goes to the next runner-up.

None of the women in this group were short on cash. The bidding war kept driving the price up until it reached nearly six figures.

In the end, a girl with the handle PeachBunny claimed the prize, transferring several hundred thousand dollars without even blinking.

Looking at her profile, she was an absolute stunner. Her skin practically glowed, and her feed was filled with yachts, private jets, and luxury galas. A high-class socialite.

She was a world apart from someone like me, who took her sugar daddy's allowance and spent hours debating which brand of cheap chips was the best value.

Barrett was a lucky bastard.

But that was none of my business. I was just a middleman making a tidy commission.

The moment the funds cleared, I packed up Barrett's location details and sent them over without a single ounce of hesitation. Once I made enough from this, I was going to retire back to my hometown and buy a farm.

That night, to verify if my information was legit, the losing bidders camped out in the chat, waiting for PeachBunny's live updates.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands, she finally logged on at eight.

I saw him.

That single sentence sent shockwaves through the group.

!!!!!

It's actually real! The admin is a goddess!

Ahhh! If I'd known, I would have bid another ten thousand!

How was he? Is he handsome? Did you talk to him?!

Give us the details, please!

Faced with the onslaught of questions, PeachBunny was happy to share.

He's incredibly handsome, way better-looking than any movie star.

But he's freezing cold.

I pretended my heel broke and fell toward him, but he literally stepped out of the way, letting me slam onto the floor without even reaching out to help.

Then he turned to his assistant and said, "The quality of this brand is garbage. Tell them to stop sending their seasonal collections to my girlfriend. I don't want her twisting her ankle."

...

The highly active group chat went dead silent.

Oh no.

This was directed at me!

Barrett was taking his doting boyfriend act way too far! How was I supposed to run a business like this?!

Since when did he ever pay attention to my shoes?!

As my anxiety began to peak, PeachBunny posted again, offering some comfort.

It's fine. He probably just didn't like me. We all still have a chance.

This just proves how incredibly well he treats his woman.

Once one of us succeeds, we'll get the same treatment.

It's definitely worth investing in.

I stared at my phone.

Aww, Penelope was such a sweetheart!

The atmosphere in the group warmed up again, and everyone began talking at once.

Damn, my competitive spirit is fully ignited now. I want seasonal luxury collections delivered to my door too!

Who doesn't, sister!

But he's so hard to crack...

Honestly, getting into Harvard sounds easier than getting into Barrett's bed.

True!

Since the admin is resigning anyway, can you share some of your success secrets? Give us a roadmap.

Great idea! We need a guide!

Please! Agree!

Please!!!

Success secrets?

I scratched my head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

On the day I met Barrett, I had just been screamed at by my horrible boss. Fuming with rage, I had vowed for the two-hundred-and-fiftieth time to marry a rich man.

Then, I turned around and saw Barrett.

It wasn't because of his expensive suit. He was just too handsome, practically glowing among a crowd of balding executives.

In a fit of reckless courage, I grabbed a glass of champagne, chased him down, and splashed it all over his chest.

When he finally lost his patience, he glared at me. "Are you trying to give me a bath?"

I raised my hands, my eyes shining. "Hehe, can I?"

Barrett was speechless.

Perhaps he had never met anyone so utterly shameless. I ended up beating out a sea of models, actresses, and socialites to become his official "girlfriend." Of course, in reality, I was just a kept canary.

Looking back at Barrett's family tree, not a single male heir had ever married a commoner, and I knew I wouldn't be the exception.

So... I really didn't have any real secrets to share.

But as the demands in the chat grew louder, and the girls began referring to themselves as the Billionaire Capture Alliance, I reluctantly typed out a reply.

He seems to prefer classic drama plots.

Like... throwing drinks on him.

The good news: Thanks to Penelopes glowing review, the alliance trusted me implicitly, and my business was booming.

The bad news: Barrett was back from his business trip.

Embodying the perfect spirit of a kept canary, I ran downstairs to greet him.

The carved wooden doors swung open, the golden twilight spilling into the grand foyer, outlining his tall, aristocratic frame.

But as he stepped into the light...

His collar was torn, his shirt was wrinkled, and his coat was soaked with a mixture of wine, tea, coffee, and several unidentifiable stains. The entire man smelled like... a trash bin.

I froze.

Usually, the moment he walked through the door, I would throw myself into his arms. But right now, even my professional work ethic couldn't bridge the gap. I took a step back, horrified.

Seeing my hesitant expression, Barrett closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and surrendered to his fate.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

I watched his retreating back, feeling a wave of silent awe.

My clients were far too aggressive. I had to tell them to tone it down. If they drove my cash cow to his grave, who was going to pay my bills?

After a shower, Barrett dragged me onto the bed.

He was incredibly passionate, barely letting me catch my breath. But my mind was entirely focused on my thriving business. I wanted to check my messages.

My phone on the nightstand was buzzing constantly. It had to be the girls clamoring for more information.

My heart was in the chat room even though my body was in his bed. I reached out toward the nightstand.

Slap!

A large hand pinned mine to the mattress, completely cutting off my escape.

"Maisie, focus."

Barrett frowned, his fingers tightening slightly on my chin as he pulled my face toward him.

"I've been gone for days. Don't you have anything to say to me?"