Todos los capítulos de The Heiress He Called a Gold Digger: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

I picked up the prenuptial agreement and read it from beginning to end.Julian’s meaning was clear.Everything he owned before the marriage would remain his. Everything he acquired after the marriage would also remain his. I would have no claim to the Hale estate, his companies, or any property purchased during our marriage.If we divorced, I would leave with only what I had brought into the relationship.One clause even required us to divide every expense for our future children equally.My father’s condition would have placed part of Julian’s wealth into a trust that protected our marriage.Julian’s agreement protected only him.He pulled the car to the side of the road and scrolled through his phone while I read. When I reached the final page, he glanced at me.“Finished, future Mrs. Hale?”The mockery in his voice was unmistakable.I tightened my grip on the papers.“I’ve never seen a prenuptial agreement this one-sided.”“One-sided?” Julian gave a quiet laugh. “You asked for half

The news of our breakup spread much faster than I had expected.One after another, the invitations for commercial performances I had received were withdrawn. The reasons they gave were always polite, carefully worded, and impossible to argue with.When I called the investors I had worked with before and introduced myself, some of them immediately pretended that the line was busy and hung up.There were, however, a few bold heirs who drove around my apartment building every day, lingering downstairs as if waiting for something.Meanwhile, Vivian posted all kinds of statements online every day, claiming that her brother had been deceived and that I needed to return the money I had taken from him.My phone was constantly filled with harassment messages. The contents were almost identical: demanding that I pay the money back and stop pretending nothing had happened.I recorded every number one by one and saved screenshots of every message.I would settle this account eventually. Just not n

The morning after the gala, I opened my phone and found that all the trending topics attacking me had disappeared.But no one apologized.The posts were deleted cleanly, and the marketing accounts that had reposted them withdrew their statements even faster than they had published them.Several colleagues in the orchestra who had never gotten along well with me sent me messages three or four times that morning, asking whether I had time to talk, saying that there had been some misunderstandings between us that needed to be cleared up.I ignored all of them. They were not afraid of me. They were afraid of the family behind me.On the third day, the suspension of my performances was lifted.The orchestra’s official account released a statement clarifying the situation, with attached images of the expense records I had placed on the table during the gala.Several members of the board had been present that night.As expected, they had looked through those documents.The voices online went

The night before I left for the other side of the ocean, a heavy rainstorm fell.I went through everything in the orchestra one final time, packing away my belongings and saying goodbye to the people I had worked with for years, one by one.Aldo had only been discharged from the hospital a few days earlier. His complexion still had not fully recovered, but after hearing that I was leaving the orchestra, he made a special trip back just to see me.He hugged me and patted my back gently, his voice carrying a hint of emotion.“Remember to send me a message when you get there, Miss pianist.”“Miss pianist.”That was the nickname he had given me when I first joined the orchestra.When I walked out of the venue carrying my sheet music, the lights outside happened to be reflected through the rain, forming long diagonal lines in the darkness.A car was parked outside the building.Julian stood beside the door.For a brief moment, I was lost in an illusion, as if we had returned to the past, as