I Ran Away After Three Years as Stand in, CEO Went Mad Chapter 04

I Ran Away After Three Years as Stand in, CEO Went Mad Chapter 04

I used Declan’s money to hire a housekeeper and a chef.

Then I did absolutely nothing at home.

Every day I posted a TikTok: [Because I look like the CEO’s unrequited love, he sends me thirty grand a month.]

Declan didn’t have TikTok on his phone, plus I’d fudged my monthly amount.

Even if “the one that got away” came back, I could make a living as an influencer.

Modern netizens are not only nosy but also super helpful.

[I’ve read at least twenty stand-in romance novels. Say the word and I’ll map out your whole escape route for you.]

[Can I apply to be your housekeeper? I’ll walk in on day one and tell you you’re the spitting image of the last one he brought home.]

I liked those comments.

A few easy days passed. Then Declan came home one night.

First thing he said: “You haven’t posted on Instagram.”

Because I’d gotten money and lost all my problems.

My mental health had improved—I couldn’t produce the same crazy posts anymore.

Declan looked at me. “Post one.”

Fine. It was part of my job.

I turned my back to him, added him to my Close Friends list, and posted it as a story. [Wednesday. You know what they say—three’s a crowd. So today I decided to be that crowd. The other woman, celebrating with a married man.]

Then I watched Declan’s pale face turn red, then green.

He gritted his teeth. “You’re not the other woman.”

I said, “Then what is this?”

Declan massaged his forehead. “Arrangement.”

I kept quiet.

Didn’t get it, but I respected it.

Next, I blindly followed the plot.

A few coworkers grabbed the villain roles and started acting unhinged.

[Heh. The woman the CEO picked sure is special. Now she doesn’t even have to come to work. But seriously—why can’t it be me?]

[Does Mr. Thorne have to be so strict about gender?]

[He still doesn’t know the goodness of men.]

When Declan got home, I was scrolling through those passive-aggressive posts—set to “only me”—cackling like a lunatic.

He smiled and reached out to ruffle my hair.

I ducked. “That’s extra!”

He smoothly sent another transfer, then messed up my hair anyway.

The careful stand-in curls I’d styled were ruined.

Declan sat down next to me and opened his laptop.

I closed WeChat and pulled up my CPA study materials.

Ever since I became Declan’s “arrangement,” he loved working from home.

He was chasing money.

And I was chasing a CPA license between mental breakdowns.

With money, free time, and a housekeeper, it was the perfect time to get certified.

Plus, I had Declan for one-on-one tutoring.

We both had bright futures.