Dumping My Fake-Poor Billionaire

“She sold her grandma’s heirloom for me. Tell me that’s not stupid.”

In 104-degree heat, I stood frozen at the villa gate, takeout bag in hand.

I knew that voice too well—my boyfriend, Brandon, the guy who had “failed” seven startups.

Then another voice chimed in from inside:

“Brandon, if she ever finds out you’re actually a billionaire and only pretending to be broke to get back at Chloe, she’ll lose it.”

Laughter erupted.

My entire body went cold.

I stepped aside, dialed a number, and said quietly, “Grandpa… you win. I’ll go through with the arranged marriage.”

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