All Chapters of Her Castoff Blind Date, My Road to Riches: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

When I opened the car door, a sharp, stale stench of cheap tobacco hit me in the face.The passenger seat was coated in dust. It was as though the car had just been dragged out of a junkyard.Henry Quinton gave me a sideways look. Holding a cigarette, he made no move to roll down the window.I didn't frown. Instead, I took out a pack of wet wipes from my bag and carefully cleaned the seat. Only after that did I sit down obediently, placing my bag neatly on my lap like a grade schooler riding in a car for the first time.Henry let out a cold laugh and flicked his finger.A speck of burning ash dropped straight onto the hem of my white dress, scorching a tiny black mark into the fabric.He waited for me to scream, or at least show some disgust.But I only paused for a second. Then I quickly pulled out a tissue, not to wipe my dress, but to brush off his pant leg instead."Mr. Quinton, be careful," I said softly. "Don't burn yourself."His hand froze midair, and a flicker of surp

Chapter 2

I snapped the blade of the knife shut and pulled it back.Henry froze.Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked up, and my voice came out choked with emotion."I'm scared, but I'm more scared that you'll hurt yourself with the knife. If you owe money, we can pay it back together. I've got hands and feet. I can take care of you."Henry stared at me intently, as if trying to find a crack in my expression. But he failed.Even I was almost convinced by the sincerity in my eyes.As someone who had worked in a bank, I knew the first rule of training all too well—when dealing with a major client, you had to love him more than his own mother ever would.The ferocity in Henry's gaze faded, replaced by something unreadable, almost amused.He yanked open a greasy drawer and casually tossed something at me."Catch."I scrambled to catch it, and when I looked closer, I saw that it was a ring bound with a red string, set with a red stone about the size of a fingernail. It looked poorly made,

Chapter 3

Henry looked at me with a deep, unreadable gaze and asked, "Was it worth offending your relatives for an ex-con?"I sniffed lightly, then grabbed his hand and pressed it against my cheek. "As long as it's you, it's worth it."Just as we finished dinner and stepped out of the small eatery, a red Ferrari roared up and screeched to a halt by the roadside.The window rolled down, revealing Myra's smug face. In the driver's seat sat a blond-haired rich man. That man was Jasper Ceylon."Hey, so you're really begging here?" Myra remarked as she looped her arm through Jasper's, watching us as though she were watching a show.Jasper looked Henry up and down and let out a contemptuous sneer. Then he pulled out a thick stack of cash, probably around a thousand dollars, and casually flicked it forward. The bills scattered through the air and struck Henry's face like falling petals."Hey, old man, my tire's dirty," Jasper drawled. "Clean it properly, and this is yours."The bills landed on

Chapter 4

"It's impossible… Mr. Quinton is not that kind of person!" I insisted.Myra let out a cold laugh. "Even with solid proof, you're still refusing to admit it? Then tell me, why would he go to a hotel? To fix a Maybach there?"I suddenly shoved Myra's phone away."He was delivering food! That car… It just happened to pass by!" I retorted loudly.Tears streamed down my cheeks, making me look both pitiful and stubborn. "I won't let you slander him!"Ignoring Myra's mocking laughter, I stormed out of the dormitory.That evening, Henry came as usual in that old, beaten-up Geely to pick me up from work.He had changed back into his shabby clothes, and there was even a faint sour smell on him.The moment I got into the car, I didn't even bother fastening my seatbelt. Instead, I lunged at him, grabbed his collar, and buried my face against the side of his neck, taking in a deep inhale.Henry stiffened at once. "What are you doing? Are you getting horny or something?"I ignored him and

Chapter 5

On the night of Henry's birthday, torrential rain poured down.I stood at the entrance of his shabby house, holding a cake box in one hand and a suit bag in the other. I didn't have an umbrella as I had deliberately not brought one.Rainwater streamed down my hair, soaking into my skin until my whole body trembled from the cold.I stood there from 7:00 pm until 12:00 am. My legs went numb, and my lips turned a deep shade of purple. Still, I did not move a single step.Myra posted a photo of herself partying at a nightclub on her social media, with the caption, "I heard that idiot Sam is waiting in the rain for that ex-convict. What a desperate loser. Serves her right if she freezes to death."At 1:00 am, a Maybach stopped at the entrance of the alley. Henry walked over soon after, reeking of alcohol.He had just returned from the Quinton family's banquet. He was dressed in a bespoke suit worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, looking sharp and commanding. Before entering the a

Chapter 6

Henry lit a cigarette and dropped the act entirely. A crushing pressure radiated off him."Sam, you're a pretty good actor. You're better than those women who just want a sugar daddy. At least you were willing to invest. So tell me, how much do you want? I'll pay you 20 times that five thousand dollars you spent, and then you can get out."He flicked a check onto my bare body as if tossing scraps to a beggar.I looked down at the 100-thousand-dollar check. It was enough to cover ten years of struggle, but I didn't pick it up.Anger flared inside me. It was not only the betrayal, but the way he reduced my "professionalism" to a joke.I jumped off the bed without bothering to cover myself and grabbed the heavy glass ashtray from the table.I slammed it hard against the floor, sending shards of glass scattering everywhere.Henry narrowed his eyes. "Not enough?""Go to hell!" I roared, glaring at him with bloodshot, unhinged eyes.I yanked the ruby ring off my finger. It was a fla

Chapter 7

The hall fell into silence instantly. Everyone looked at Myra like she was an idiot.The bald old man panicked and quickly stepped back.But Henry didn't move. He swirled the red wine in his glass, watching me with faint amusement.I released Henry's arm and walked forward in my five-inch heels until I stood in front of Myra.Myra was still screaming like a madwoman. "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll have Jasper—"A sharp slap rang through the entire hall. I had put all my strength into it. Myra's face was whipped to the side, swelling almost immediately as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She froze, clutching her face in shock and staring at me in disbelief."Did you just hit me?""Yes, I did," I said coldly, staring straight at her. My voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the entire hall. "Open your damn eyes and take a good look. This is Henry Quinton, CEO of Quinton Group. I am his fiancee. Who exactly do you think you are to

Chapter 8

Henry barked, "Is the child even mine? Or did you plan this from the beginning, trying to trap me with some bastard you conceived?"He clamped his hand around my throat, cutting off my breath.My face turned red instantly. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I didn't explain myself or say anything.At a time like this, I knew that if I tried to explain myself, it would only sound like an excuse. Silence in the face of grievance was my sharpest weapon.Only when I was on the verge of blacking out did he finally let go.I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. Then I reached into my bag, pulled out a document, and threw it straight at him.It was a paternity test I had prepared long ago—or more precisely, an amniocentesis test. Although it was still early in the pregnancy, I had bribed the doctor to fast-track it as an urgent case."Henry, you're disgusting," I said hoarsely, staring at him with utter despair."I'm leaving not because I feel guilty, but because I refuse to let m

Chapter 9

The police, who were lying in wait, entered the venue."You're Myra, right? We received a report accusing you of extortion. You'll need to come with us."I had called the police.I watched as Myra was handcuffed and led away, then looped my arm through Henry's and smiled brightly at the cameras.Henry watched as I handled everything cleanly and decisively. A flicker of caution crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by admiration.Only a ruthless and decisive woman was worthy of becoming the matron of the Quinton family.During the toasting segment, several wealthy socialites looked at me with subtle disdain."Ms. Walsh, you certainly know how to play the game. How clever of you, using a child to climb your way up the social ladder."I rested a hand over my slightly raised abdomen and smiled gracefully."It may sound crude to rely on a child, but it works. It's still better than those who can't even bear one and end up letting outsiders step in, don't you think?"Their

Chapter 10

This was exactly what I wanted.I used the identity of Mrs. Quinton to quietly expand my investments behind the scenes. The money I extracted from Henry was funneled through complex financial channels into shell companies I had registered overseas.With each passing day, my account balance grew, and so did my sense of security. I had never felt anything like it before. Men would change, and love would fade, but money never betrayed me. It was the only constant I could rely on.…My due date arrived, and I delivered a baby boy at a top private hospital. He was the first grandson of the Quinton family.Edward was overjoyed and fulfilled his promise on the spot. 20% of the company's shares were transferred into the child's name, with me as the trustee.Those shares were the lifeline of Quinton Group.During my postpartum recovery, Henry stayed by my bedside every day, playing the role of the perfect devoted husband.He believed that our little family of three had finally become co

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