At that time, what she thought of as a confession, the so-called love, was nothing but deceitful nonsense.
After all, for a wealthy heiress like her, saying pretty words to reel in girls was perfectly normal. Just look at the sisters downstairs, clinging to those celebrity models, each eagerly dubbing them "I love you" and "Baby, you are my everything."
Of course, she was somewhat different from those sisters; her possessiveness was stronger. Therefore, she wasn't just playing around to discard them; she was really serious about pursuing.
Anyway, to her, love was truly a luxury she could never afford in her lifetime. Hence, there was no need for true love; as long as the interaction was pleasing, felt interesting, and getting along was enjoyable, it was already enough to become companions.
