Introduction

Hello I'm the author please do give this novel a try and tell me what you think it will be very nice if you could drop a comment or just a like 😪 thank you all for giving this a try hope it's to your liking I hope you love Olivia as much as I do

lot's of love and kisses and you can try out my other book a portrait of us(taekook)

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Olivia Carter hated Mondays.

But there she was, sitting behind her desk, hoodie cap pulled low, iced latte in hand, on a freezing November morning. Her laptop glowed in front of her as her fingers flew across the keyboard.

Her DMs were flooded—again—with anonymous messages.

All from people trying to find their true love.

> Blessyou#23: Cupid, I think I’m falling for Isabella.

Cupid: Bro, if you’re not popular, don’t shoot your shot—or you won’t be scoring. But go ahead if you wanna be embarrassed.

Olivia smirked. Problem solved.

What started as a fun test project for her programming class had turned into a full-blown campus obsession. Her anonymous love-matching bot, Cupid Connect, had gone viral overnight.

She never planned for this kind of chaos—now her inbox was a battlefield of broken hearts, desperate crushes, and way too many pickup lines.

Across from her, her best friend Stacy was on the phone, pacing dramatically.

> “Liv, if Walter comes near me one more time, I swear I’ll crash out,” she snapped. “I think he’s stalking me. What a creep.”

Olivia didn’t look up. Same story, different guy.

Two best friends, completely different worlds—Stacy lived for the drama. Olivia avoided it like the plague.

> “You know what,” Stacy sighed, flopping her phone onto the bed, “maybe I should try that new Cupid Connect app everyone’s obsessed with.”

Olivia froze mid-sip, her brown eyes flicking up from the screen.

> “I think you should—it’ll be great,” she said with a forced smile.

> “Don’t you have morning classes?” Stacy asked.

Olivia shrugged, sipping her latte again.

> “I do. But I’m skipping.”

Stacy rolled her eyes.

> “Of course you are. Queen of excuses.”

Olivia grinned.

> “And yet somehow still passing. Don’t question my methods.”

> “How do you do that? I’ll never know,” Stacy muttered.

> “I’m just a genius.”

> “Yeah, right.” Stacy grabbed her bag and headed for the door. “See you, Cupid.”

Olivia froze, her smile fading.

> “What did you—”

but the door has already shut behind her

Ignoring Stacy’s warning, Olivia went right back to work.

After a few more minutes of typing, she decided to head out. Laptop? Packed. Hoodie? On. Iced latte? Non-negotiable.

She made her way to her usual café corner, set up her laptop, and dove into fixing Cupid Connect’s latest round of bugs. The app had been lagging all morning, and Olivia wasn’t about to let her love-struck users suffer.

So focused on her screen, she didn’t even hear the bell above the café door ring.

When she finally looked up—

She swore the light radiating from this guy’s face could’ve blinded her.

Adrian Cross.

Yes, that Adrian Cross—the campus golden boy. Tousled blond hair that somehow looked styled by angels, a smile too white to be legal, and posture that screamed main character syndrome. Every girl on campus had him plastered across her Instagram feed like a trophy.

He strolled up to the counter, confidence dripping off him like cologne. Ordered his coffee like he owned the shop, the building, and maybe the entire ZIP code.

Olivia frowned, eyes flicking up just long enough to see Adrian flash her a quick, charming smile.

She immediately ducked her head back down, pretending to be way too busy to care.

By the time she got back to the dorm, Stacy was already sprawled across her bed, scrolling through her phone like she owned stock in gossip.

> “You will not believe what happened today,” Stacy said, eyes wide.

Olivia kicked off her shoes.

> “What now?”

> “Adrian’s girlfriend dumped him—live. On social media.”

Olivia blinked.

> “You’re joking.”

> “Nope. Our golden boy’s heart? Absolutely shattered.”

Olivia hid a smirk.

> “Tragic.”

Stacy grinned.

> “Tragic... but kind of iconic.”

The next day on campus, everyone was talking about Adrian’s breakup.

But the golden boy remained golden—walking through the halls like nothing had happened, smile still perfect, charm still dangerous.

> “Lover boy’s heart’s been broken,” Andrew teased.

> “Cut it out,” Adrian muttered, rolling his eyes.

> “Why don’t you try out Cupid Connect?” Sammy chimed in.

> “What’s that?” Adrian asked.

> “It’s an app for finding your soulmate,” Andrew said with a grin. “Let’s see if Cupid can find you yours.”

Adrian scoffed.

> “That’s bullshit.”

> “Then prove it,” Sammy challenged. “Join it. If you’re right, we’ll all admit love’s fake.”

Adrian smirked.

> “Fine. I’ll give it a try.”

That same night, Olivia opened her DMs and froze.

A new username had popped up—one that sounded way too familiar.

But hey, who was she to question it?

GoldenBoy98:

> So you’re the legendary Cupid everyone’s obsessed with?

Cool app, by the way.

Think you can find me someone who won’t dump me live next time? 😏

Cupid:

> I wouldn’t be legendary if I didn’t live up to my name.

I’ll find you your dream girl.

Olivia leaned back, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Goldenboy: Dream girl, huh? Bold claim. Hope you’ve got good taste, Cupid. I don’t do average.

Cupid: Oh, trust me. With that ego, I doubt anyone could measure up.

Goldenboy: Confidence, sweetheart. It’s not ego if it’s true.

Cupid: Sweetheart? You flirt like a 2015 Twitter boy.

Goldenboy: And yet, you’re still replying.

Olivia rolls her eyes but can’t stop smirking. She types another sarcastic line, but before she hits send, she notices her reflection on the laptop screen—flushed cheeks. Oh great, she mutters. Cupid’s catching feelings.

Olivia smiles at herself, a small chuckle slipping out.

Stacy leans over her shoulder.

“What are you laughing at?”

Olivia instantly slams her laptop shut.

“The fuck?”

Stacy blinks, hands up. “What? You were giggling like a psycho, I just wanted to see what’s so funny.”

Olivia narrows her eyes. “Ever heard of privacy?”

“Ever heard of not laughing like a Bond villain at midnight?”

Olivia rolls her eyes, clutching her laptop closer. “You’re so dramatic.”

Stacy grins. “And you’re hiding something.”

“No, I’m not. You’re just being nosy.”

“Sure I am. I’m the bad friend, remember?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Stace.”

“I know you didn’t.” Stacy crosses her arms. “You still mad?”

“Obviously not.”

“Yes, you are.”

Olivia groans. “No, I’m—”

“Don’t worry,” Stacy cuts in, dramatic as ever. “I’ll give you all your precious privacy.”

Olivia sighs, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re impossible.”

Stacy turned away dramatically, pulling the blanket over her head. Within seconds, fake snoring filled the room.

Olivia rolled her eyes and opened her laptop again, the glow of the screen lighting up her face.

Goldenboy: You still alive, Cupid? Thought maybe you ghosted me already.

Cupid: You wish. I was busy dealing with real problems, not golden ones.

Goldenboy: Ouch. You really don’t like me, huh?

Cupid: I don’t dislike you. I just have a low tolerance for cockiness.

Goldenboy: So… you do like me a little.

Olivia stared at the screen, lips twitching. “You’re so full of yourself,” she muttered.

Cupid: Delusional much?

Goldenboy: Confident. There’s a difference.

Olivia laughed softly, shaking her head. Stacy’s fake snores got louder.

“Not fooling anyone,” Olivia whispered, typing again.

Cupid: Not so confident when I find your dream girl.

Goldenboy: I think I already found her.

Cupid: Who? Your mom?

Goldenboy: I was gonna say you, but you ruined the whole thing.

Cupid: What if I’m a guy, not a girl?

Goldenboy: You just said what if, so you’re a girl.

Olivia froze for a second, staring at the screen. For once, Cupid had no comeback.

She quickly gathered herself and started typing.

Cupid: Saying what if doesn’t mean anything.

Goldenboy: Yes it does. A lot.

Cupid: How so?

Goldenboy: You tell me.

Olivia stared at the blinking cursor, her heart doing something it absolutely shouldn’t.

Cupid: You have a way with your mouth.

Goldenboy: Well, you have a way with yours.

Cupid: I guess we’re even.

Goldenboy: Maybe.

Cupid: Anyway, I’ve got to go—working on finding your dream girl, remember?

Goldenboy: Goodnight, princess.

Cupid: Not your princess.

Goldenboy: Not yet.

Olivia bit her lip, closing the chat window before she could grin any harder. “Not yet,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

Leaning back in her chair, her thoughts were all over the place. She’d never flirted with a client before—what the hell was that?

She let out a long breath, trying to shake it off. “It’s fine,” she told herself, shutting her laptop. “Totally fine.”

Deciding to ignore the weird fluttering in her chest, Olivia crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over her head. Sleep first. Panic later.

Olivia woke up late. Stacy was already out of the dorm, and her head was still spinning.

“Shit.”

She groaned, dragging herself out of bed and pulling on her hoodie. There was this stupid, fluttery feeling in her chest that refused to die down.

“Ugh, stop it, Olivia. It’s just another client,” she muttered to herself as she brushed her hair. “What are you even getting worked up for?”

She stared at her reflection in the mirror — messy bun, sleepy eyes, faint smile she didn’t remember putting there.

“Finish this and get your life together, Cupid.”

She sighed, grabbed her bag, and headed out.