My ATM Dog is the Wall Street Tyrant

[ The sole billionaire heir to a New York oldmoney dynasty just posted an Instagram Story, flashing a custom black diamond men's ring with a single, arrogant caption: "Fing amazing." ] The very next day, Hollywood's reigning sweetheart—the girl whose entire brand was built on being America's innocent first love—purposely flaunted a strikingly similar ring on the red carpet.

She followed it up with a TikTok video, flashing the diamond with a painfully fake, helpless sigh. "Someone's been losing his mind over this.

Is he really that thrilled about a successful proposal?" She blew up overnight as the billionaire heir's supposed fiancée. The internet quickly dubbed him "Mr.

Fing Amazing." Her fans lost their minds in the comments. [ Mr.

Fing Amazing is about to get fing amazed every single night! ] I drove my heel hard into the shin of the man smirking beside me on the sofa. "Can't you keep anything to yourself?" Pierce didn't even flinch.

He just unlocked his phone and uploaded our Vegas marriage certificate straight to his Instagram grid.

His new caption dropped seconds later. "Getting engaged to her is fing amazing.

Why the hell would I hide it?" Chapter 1 I was a Dlist actress constantly stuck in Hollywood Bmovies, but recently, thanks to my aggressively bitchy energy on a reality show, I accidentally went viral and barely clawed my way onto the Blist.

Today, I followed the cast to a live interview to promote our upcoming, dramafilled reality show, Secrets of the Beverly Hills Wives.

Coincidentally, Hollywood's reigning "pure angel" and newly minted sweetheart, Daphne, was also booked for this global TikTok live interview to promote her trashy romance flick, Pure Love.

The moment she stepped onto the set, the live audience erupted into cheers. She walked up, playing the bashful card to perfection.

After the introductions, the male host gave her a knowing wink. "Daphne, that ring on your finger is blinding us today!" I followed the collective gaze and shot a glance at her hand. "Oh, he insisted I wear it.

I really had no choice," Daphne said, covering her mouth with a coy, delicate laugh. [ The TikTok live comment section frantically rolled: ] [ OMG! My ship is feeding us again!

I'm screaming! ] [ Is Daphne indirectly confirming she's the billionaire heir's fiancée? ] [ This is too sweet!

The news said it's the only pair of rings like that in the world. ] My polite smile froze. Wasn't that the exact engagement ring Pierce gave me?

He swore there were only two in the entire world. Why the hell was it sitting on Daphne's finger? That bastard dared to cheat on me?

I refused to sit there and swallow the disrespect like a pathetic pushover.

I grabbed the microphone beside me and shoved it directly toward her. "Did you actually buy that ring?" Daphne's sparkling, doelike eyes instantly welled up with moisture.

She looked at me with a pathetic, victimized expression. "Fallon, are you actually accusing me of faking this?" [ Daphne's fans flooded the live comments, rushing to defend their idol: ] [ What is Fallon's problem?

She's clearly just jealous that Daphne is engaged to the billionaire heir. ] [ She's totally cloutchasing. What a manipulative bitch. ] [ She is such a Pick Me girl.

Can she stay away from our pure angel if she just wants attention? ] [ She thinks she's being 'edgy', but it's just zero social awareness. ] During the commercial break, I scrolled through the Twitter trending topics and finally pieced it together.

Late last night, Pierce had posted that photo of the custom ring.

The caption was just: "Fing amazing." Thousands of people were begging to know who the fiancée was, but he had already gone offline, ignoring every single comment.

I calculated the timeline in my head. Right around that time, I was completely drained and physically paralyzed beneath him, and he was carrying me to the shower.

That post alone wouldn't have been a big deal. But coincidentally, this morning, Daphne walked the red carpet flaunting the exact same ring.

A sharpeyed fan snapped a photo and posted it online.

An hour later, Daphne uploaded her TikTok video, clearly responding to Pierce's post. "Someone's been losing his mind over this.

Is he really that thrilled about a successful proposal?" Her tone was helplessly fond. The internet had already been hunting for the identity of Pierce's mysterious fiancée.

This gave them the solid proof they craved. The two of them were publicly flirting. Users swarmed her comment section: [ Your wife just claimed you publicly! Mr.

Fing Amazing is about to have another amazing night! ] [ The ruthless Wall Street billionaire and our pure angel! OMG, I am dying over this ship! ] I almost choked on my own spit.

Ruthless and cold? If he hadn't dragged me into bed and relentlessly wrecked me all night after the proposal, would I have just discovered his post now?

The live broadcast quickly resumed.

Since both of our projects revolved around the theme of "love," the host announced a new game. "The emergency contact in your phone is definitely someone you love deeply.

The guests will call their emergency contact and ask for an immediate cash transfer, no limit on the amount." Daphne was the first to dial.

She tried to cover her screen, playing coy, but she deliberately let the contact name slip right through her fingers. "Pierce." The caller ID photo was a clear, direct shot of Pierce's face.

My brows pulled together. Pierce was definitely sitting in a boardroom right now; there was zero chance he would pick up a random call.

And wasn't his profile picture a photo of my dog? When the hell did it change to a headshot?

Chapter 2 [ The live comments started boiling over again: ] [ As expected of the billionaire heir!

Those sharp eyes and killer jawline… he is insanely hot. ] [ Nobody warned me the heir was this gorgeous! ] [ Daphne, you lucky bitch, how are you eating this good?

Let me live your life for just two episodes! ] [ Wait, is nobody noticing Fallon's face right now? She's literally acting like she's the billionaire's girl.

Don't be so delusional. ] [ I saw that too. That look on her face is so annoying.

Is she one of his psychotic fangirls? ] The line rang a few times before connecting. "Pierce," Daphne cooed.

A man's voice drifted through the speaker. "What's wrong, Daphne?" "Can you CashApp me a hundred thousand dollars right now?

I want to buy a Himalayan Birkin bag." "Of course." Daphne held up her phone, intentionally arching her hand to make the ring on her finger the absolute center of attention.

Sure enough, the camera zoomed right in on the sparkling diamond. The man's voice on the other end was deep and magnetic—and it sounded exactly like Pierce. [ I'm dying!

Daphne and the heir sound so sweet together in private. ] [ Real couples are the best. There are too many delusional haters out there. Mr.

Billionaire, look at Fallon bullying your girl! Cancel her immediately! ] [ Open your eyes, honey. Not everyone is a stepping stone for your clout.

Mess with Daphne, and the heir will ruin your career in seconds. ] One comment stood out, sharply jarring against the rest: [ Why does this ring look exactly like the cheap knockoff I bought on Temu two days ago for $9.90 with free shipping? ] But the comment was instantly swallowed by the flood of praise.

Doubt gnawed at the back of my mind. Was he actually cheating on me? But the longer I listened, the more wrong it felt. Pierce didn't sound like that.

He had a heavy, distinct New York Upper East Side oldmoney drawl. The guy on the phone? That was a straightup Texas hick accent.

Daphne's phone pinged with a notification confirming the hundredthousanddollar transfer. Next, it was my turn. I awkwardly opened my contacts, scrolling through the list.

Whenever he pissed me off, I would spitefully change his contact name in my phone to something vicious—Male Stripper, Free Gigolo, My Exclusive Slave.

Right now, I legitimately couldn't remember what Rrated label I slapped on him last. I had no idea if it was even safe to broadcast.

The host lost his patience and swatted my fingers away. My screen flashed directly into the camera.

My TailWagging Personal ATM Dog. [ The live comments exploded: ] [ Wait, sis, you play this dirty? You keep a sugar baby? ] [ You really can't judge a book by its cover.

This is so trashy.

Daphne is truly the only pure angel left in Hollywood. ] Smelling blood in the water, the host seized the moment and shoved the mic closer. "Care to share who this emergency contact is, Fallon?" "Pierce," I answered flatly. [ Sis, have some shame!

Since when did the billionaire heir become your personal sugar baby? ] [ He's already engaged to Daphne. Stop making these gross jokes.

You are so thickskinned. ] [ Is that blinding diamond ring not enough to shut you up? Why are you so desperate for clout?! ] [ Just wait for the karma.

So shameless. ] It felt like the entire world was holding its breath, waiting for me to make a fool of myself. I firmly tapped the call button. It rang endlessly. No answer.

I didn't even flinch.

I knew Pierce was locked in a boardroom on Wall Street right now; there was zero chance he'd pick up. [ Karma hit fast, didn't it, you fake bitch? ] [ What is she even so smug about?

She can't even compare to Daphne's pinky finger! ] [ LMAO, seeing her fail so hard makes my day. ] Surprisingly, Pierce replied almost instantly via iMessage.

His deep, magnetic voice filled the studio through the voice text. "Baby, I'm in a meeting.

What's wrong?" I shot a look at the host. "Does asking via voice text count?" The host hesitated, weighing the drama, and gave a stiff nod.

I pressed the record button. "I need some cash." Pierce replied within seconds.

A notification popped up on the screen—a direct transfer from his private Black Card account for a staggering $5,200,000.

Underneath the massive string of zeros was a single note: Buy yourself some candy, baby.

Another voice text pinged right after. "Let me know if you need more." Chapter 3 [ The live comments: ] [ Holy sht, that kind of cash flow?

Is she literally being kept by a sugar daddy? ] [ And he even left a 'voluntary gift' note attached to it. ] [ Some were already catching on. ] [ Why does this voice sound exactly like the guy from Daphne's call just now? ] [ Wait, no, it's different.

Daphne's call had this weird digital static, and it definitely didn't have that heavy New York drawl. ] [ It's definitely AI generated.

Isn't Fallon just a delusional stalker fan of the billionaire? ] [ Am I the only one who thinks Daphne's sounded like the AI one? ] That last comment was instantly massreported and scrubbed by Daphne's fan base.

But the tension in the studio had already shifted. Everyone had noticed the stark difference between the two voices. Daphne's doe eyes welled up with innocent tears.

She looked right at me. "Sweetie, I know you're obsessed with my fiancé, but using AI technology to clone his voice for a reality show… don't you think that's a little pathetic?" I wasn't going to swallow this garbage.

I pointed right back at her. "Your deepfake skills are total trash," I shot back, keeping my voice cold and loud enough for every mic to catch. "Pierce speaks with a heavy New York Upper East Side oldmoney accent.

The guy on your phone sounded like a Texas redneck rolling his tongue. Did you really think everyone in this studio is deaf?" "You keep parading him around as your man.

Then pull out the damn marriage certificate. Flashing a ring proves absolutely nothing." [ The comment section split instantly