I was Paid to Break His Heart

I Was Paid to Break His Heart The first time I saw Daniel, I already knew I was going to hurt him. Not because I hated him. Not because he deserved it. But because someone had paid me to. ₦2 million. That was the amount sitting in my account before I even met him. And all I had to do was make him fall in love with me. Then break his heart. Simple. At least, that's what I thought. --- “Are you sure you want to do this?” I stared at the woman sitting across from me. She looked calm. Almost too calm. “You said he’s difficult to impress.” “He is.” “You said he doesn't trust women.” “He doesn't.” “And you still expect me to make him fall in love with me?” She smiled. “That's why I'm paying you.” I looked down at the contract again. Three months. Make Daniel fall in love with me. Get him emotionally attached. Then leave him. No cheating. No stealing. No physical harm. Just heartbreak. I needed the money badly. So I signed. --- Daniel was nothing like I expected. He wasn't arrogant. He wasn't rude. He wasn't even interested in women. The first time we met at the café, he barely looked at me. “You're late,” he said. “By seven minutes.” “Seven minutes is still late.” I rolled my eyes. “You could've left.” “I almost did.” “But you didn't.” He looked at me for the first time. “I was curious.” “About what?” “You.” That was the beginning. And somehow, I became curious about him too. --- I followed the plan. I texted him first. I asked about his day. I remembered little things. His favorite meal. The song he listened to whenever he was stressed. The fact that he hated birthdays because his mother died on his tenth birthday. I wasn't supposed to care. But I did. I wasn't supposed to stay awake waiting for his messages. But I did. I wasn't supposed to smile whenever his name appeared on my phone. But I did. Then one evening, he held my hand. “Do you know what scares me about you?” I laughed. “What?” “You're becoming important to me.” My heart sank. Because I knew exactly how this story was supposed to end. And for the first time, I didn't want it to. --- Two months passed. I had already received another payment. ₦1 million. The final payment would come after I broke up with him. But something had changed. I was no longer pretending. I loved him. And that scared me more than anything. So I decided to tell him the truth. I went to his apartment that evening. He opened the door with a smile. “You're early.” “I need to tell you something.” His smile disappeared. “What happened?” I swallowed. “I didn't meet you by accident.” Silence. “I was paid to make you fall in love with me.” He stared at me. I continued before I lost my courage. “Someone paid me ₦2 million. The plan was to make you love me and then leave you.” He didn't say anything. Not one word. Then he laughed. A quiet, painful laugh. “You're joking.” “I wish I was.” He walked away from me. I followed. “Daniel, please—” “Who paid you?” “I can't tell you.” He turned around. “Then you don't love me.” “I do.” “No.” His eyes were filled with tears. “You loved the money.” I cried. “I started with the money. But I stayed because of you.” He looked at me for a long moment. Then he said something I'll never forget. “I knew.” My tears stopped. “What?” “I knew from the beginning.” I stared at him. “What do you mean?” He reached for his phone and showed me a recording. It was a conversation between me and the woman who hired me. My stomach dropped. “You knew?” “Yes.” “Then why did you let me continue?” He looked away. “Because I wanted to know if anyone could ever love me without wanting something from me.” I couldn't breathe. “So all this time…” “Yes.” “You were testing me?” His eyes met mine. “And somewhere along the way, I stopped testing you.” He stepped closer. “I fell in love with you.” I cried harder. “Then why are you letting me go?” “Because love isn't supposed to begin with a lie.” I nodded. He was right. I turned toward the door. But before I could leave, he called my name. I looked back. “Who paid you?” I hesitated. Then I told him. His face changed instantly. Because the woman who paid me wasn't a stranger. It was his mother. The woman he had believed died ten years ago. And suddenly, Daniel understood. The money wasn't meant to make me break his heart. It was meant to make me discover why he had been lied to about her death. And the woman who hired me? She wasn't trying to destroy his life. She was trying to find her way back into it.

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