Exposing Gold Diggers But I'm the Real Heiress!

Messages kept flooding the group chat. I was so furious I smashed the tablet to pieces.

Well played! Well played!

Never in my life had I been humiliated like this!

I dug out every single thing Ron had ever given me, ready to throw them all in a fire.

But then I froze, staring at the handbag in my hands.

If Ron was only chasing me to make a fool of me, would he really have spent big money on the real thing?

The thought hit me, and I immediately called an appraiser to come over.

When the appraiser arrived, he examined every luxury item scattered across the floor. His expression turned awkward.

One look at his face, and I already knew the answer. Still, I wasn't ready to accept it.

"Don't tell me none of them are real?"

The appraiser's eyes darted around, unable to meet mine.

"That's how it looks so far, though I suppose there's a chance I missed something."

"You could always have another appraiser take a look, Ms. Bennett."

He still wouldn't look at me. I ground out the words through clenched teeth.

"Fine! Got it. You can go!"

Well played, Ron. More than a hundred gifts, and not one of them was genuine!

Did you really think I was some helpless little pet you could toy with however you pleased!

I forced myself to calm down and think about my next move.

I had my assistant, Sophie Reed, track down Ron's video channel, then tipped him about a hundred dollars. That was enough to get me into his group chat.

Ron posted a message.

"Everyone welcome the new bro to the group!"

A string of welcome messages popped up immediately.

I tossed out a few casual replies before cutting straight to the point.

"Dude, can you actually make those gold diggers look stupid, or are you just stringing us along?"

Ron replied instantly.

"Of course it's real. I've got ten gold diggers on the hook right now. Don't believe me? I'll send you the pics!"

He immediately posted photos of ten different women.

I stared at the photos on my phone, seething with rage!

I had no idea Ron was such a player! Ten at the same time!

Fine. Ten it was, then!

A plan to take him down formed in my mind instantly.

In the group chat, Ron was still tagging me.

"So? You believe me now, bro?"

I sent a thumbs-up sticker and kept probing.

"Man, how do you pull that off? Chasing this many girls at once without getting caught?"

"And they're all supposed to be gold diggers, right? You must be spending a fortune keeping them happy."

Ron sent a dismissive emoji and replied.

"A bunch of sheltered gold diggers who've never seen the real thing? Toss them a few knockoffs and they can't tell the difference."

"And chasing them? A guy like me, gorgeous and loaded? All I need is a Maserati key fob and they come running!"

I kept my expression blank and played along. Ron seemed to love the ego boost and kept bragging nonstop in the group chat.

I rolled my eyes. Come running to him? Please.

If he hadn't spent the better part of a year relentlessly throwing himself at me, and if I hadn't thought he was decent-looking enough to give a chance, I never would have said yes!

But now, the mere thought that I'd been blind enough to date someone like this made my stomach turn!

Just then, Sophie sent me the background information on all nine other girls.

After going through their profiles, I couldn't help but be astounded.

Ron had been dating girls in ten different states!