Chapter 1

I stumbled across a wealthy-heiress flex account while scrolling through my feed.

The further down I scrolled, the more eerily familiar it felt.

A runaway fiancée chased down city streets by her fiancé in a supercar.

So many designer shopping bags from a Dubai spree that one hand couldn't hold them all.

And a walk-in closet in a luxury mansion packed to the brim with high-end fashion...

I was confused, completely bewildered, and couldn't help asking out loud:

"Lucky, when did you get yourself a stepmom?"

"And Dad, when did you stash a sugar baby in our house?"

I consider myself an ultra-online heiress.

Just today, while scrolling through my feed, I came across a video posted by an influencer named "BerryTipsOnly."

Caption: "Had a fight with my fiancé, grabbed my passport, and headed for the airport. Now he’s chasing me in his Lambo down the avenue. Let’s see who’s faster."

The attached video showed a Lamborghini chasing down a Ferrari on a busy downtown strip.

I love a good piece of internet drama just like anyone else.

The juicy, drama-filled opening hooked me, but as I clicked onto her profile, things started to feel very off.

Caption: "Grandpa said if I don't go back and get engaged to the billionaire's heir, he'll freeze my cards. Guess I’ll just max them all out in Dubai first."

Video: hands full of designer shopping bags. Geotag: Dubai.

Caption: "Fiancé dragged me back to play maid for a hundred grand a month. In his dreams."

Video: the grand gates of an ultra-luxury gated community. Geotag: The Reserve.

Caption: "This season's new arrivals are here again. All because my fiancé can't stop spending money. My closet can't even fit any more clothes."

Video: a walk-in closet lined with unopened luxury boxes.

After watching several videos in a row, my brow was furrowed so hard it could crush an ant.

This video... this mansion... this walk-in closet...

Isn't this literally my house?

As I kept browsing her page, a new post notification popped up at the top of my screen.

I tapped it.

Caption: "My fiancé actually tried to compete with my puppy for my attention! Not a chance. My baby comes first forever."

Attached image: a fluffy, snow-white Samoyed with big, round eyes, smiling straight into the camera.

I stared unblinkingly at the screen, walked downstairs, and shouted toward the living room:

"Lucky!"

"Woof! Woof!"

What answered me was an excited bark and a little white ball of energy barreling straight into my arms.

I scooped Lucky onto the sofa, held my phone right next to his face, and compared his adorable little mug to the smiling dog on screen.

I stared at him for ten solid minutes. Growing impatient, he tried to lick my cheek, but I held him back with deadpan seriousness.

Looking Lucky straight in the eye, I asked:

"Lucky, be honest with me. Did you go behind my back and find yourself a stepmom?"

The dog was shocked, confused, offended, and immediately tried to win me over with puppy eyes.

At the dinner table, after I sneaked my fifth glance at my dad, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

"What's wrong? Run out of money? What did you buy? Didn't I just wire you a hundred grand a couple of days ago? Need another two hundred grand? I'll send it via PayPal right now."

Watching my dad whip out his phone to open the banking app, I started to reach out to stop him, but after a split-second pause, I pulled my hand right back.

Who says no to free money?

Thank you, dear father.