Baited by Love

I have a histrionic personality. On top of that, I'm extremely attracted to good-looking people. Otherwise, I wouldn't have endured Caleb Johnson's sharp, vicious tongue and picky preferences for 99 days just for his looks.

But one day, I overhear him telling his best friends—a guy with the top grades in school and the school bully—to seduce me. That way, I'll take the initiative to break up with him.

I clench my fists, feeling the way my hands tremble.

No, I'm not trembling out of sadness… I'm doing it out of excitement.

Finally, I don't have to stare at just one handsome face!

Marcus Thorne looks so hot with his gold-rimmed glasses. Meanwhile, there's Asher Prescott with his tanned skin and wild personality…

Mmm… I want them both…

I was born for drama and had an almost unhealthy obsession with good looks.

My life motto was simple—never let a handsome guy feel disappointed. And my ultimate dream was just as clear. I wanted to make every beautiful man feel safe and cared for.

So, the moment I set foot in this elite academy, my eyes zeroed in on Caleb Johnson. Everyone agreed he was the hottest guy on campus.

I immediately threw myself at him with everything I had.

Caleb's features were exquisite, like a living work of art, but his personality was terrible. He had a sharp tongue, and a single word from him could leave you reeling.

Hence, even with his perfect face, his love life was a total disaster.

"Caleb would be perfect if he were mute," the ladies at school would whisper, their voices edged with regret.

On the very first day I tried to make my move, I got a firsthand taste of his cutting remarks. When I confessed my admiration, he barely spared me a glance.

"Who's making all that noise?" Caleb had snapped.

The second time, he suggested I take a good, long look at myself in the mirror. The third time, he told me to get my face fixed.

Yet, I pursued good looks as if it were a sacred mission.

Caleb only fueled my determination. The harder he criticized me, the more exhilarated I became.

I brought him water, packed his lunch, and showered him with flowers. I snagged his favorite seat for him, cleaned up after him, and even did his homework. I didn't miss a single thing.

I was at his beck and call, and I kept it up for 99 days straight.

What had started as amusement soon turned into genuine admiration. My classmates were convinced I was madly in love with Caleb. But in truth, I was just addicted to the thrill of conquest.

…

Once again, I biked 40 miles through pouring rain to fetch Caleb's favorite dessert.

Seeing that, he crossed his arms and lifted his chin arrogantly. "Are you seriously that obsessed with me? Fine. I'll make it official."

Even after we became a couple, Caleb was still impossible to please. His water had