Zhaoyao
My boyfriend's tablet, left behind at my place, suddenly lit up with a group chat notification.
"Ron, that gold digger's totally hooked, right? When are you taking her to the luxury boutique so we can humiliate her in public?"
"Everything's ready. We're just waiting to film her fawning over the designer goods like the greedy little gold digger she is. The guys are gonna love it!"
The group chat was called "Exposing Gold Diggers." And my boyfriend Ron was the one who'd created it.
I opened the tablet and scrolled through the message history. Screen after screen of vile, disgusting garbage. My blood boiled with every word.
So that so-called love at first sight at the designer boutique had been a setup from the very start.
He'd spent the better part of a year carefully worming his way into my life, showering me with attention, all while treating me like prey, waiting for the perfect moment to humiliate me for an audience.
What a joke.
I was the real deal, a genuine heiress from one of the wealthiest families in the country. The gifts he'd gone to such lengths to give me? I couldn't have cared less about any of them.
If he was so obsessed with playing people, then I'd give him a taste of his own medicine! Let him see what it felt like to be the one getting played!