"Get lost, you church rat. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to date you. Don't show up in front of me again. I'm done!" Brian's girlfriend insulted him and broke up with him at school. He had just caught her cheating on him. Instead of apologizing, she humiliated him in front of everyone. Were poor men unworthy of respect? Nonsense! Brian was unwilling to accept that. He swore to make a fortune and have his revenge. On the same day, he received a call from his family housekeeper. "Congratulations, Mr. Tennant! Your trial has ended. You will no longer live a life of penury. The funds for your upkeep yearly have been deposited in Citibank. Go there and check them." Brian felt that the money in question was only a few thousand dollars. He didn't see the reason why he had to go to the bank to check. To the best of his knowledge, his family's business was only worth about ten million dollars. But he soon realized that he was wrong. There was a lot of cash, gold, and jewelry when he opened the vault assigned to him in the bank. It turned out that his family had a trillion-dollar empire! Now he could have his revenge!
Brian Tennant was busy doing his part-time job, cleaning the tables in the canteen of Everin University.
He wore an apron and a pair of rubber gloves now, which were part of job requirements.
He also collected all the plastic water bottles on the table and stuffed them into the large plastic bag next to him.
"Ten more bottles and the bag will be full. Then I can sell them for twenty dollars! I'll finally have enough money to buy some food tomorrow. Perfect!"
Brian murmured to himself, cheering himself on. He glanced at the almost full plastic bag with excitement.
Not far away, Jeanne Hall saw what Brian was doing and frowned tightly.
She looked to Kim Percival, who was sitting opposite her, and asked with disgust, "Kim, who's that man over there? Why is he so poor?"
Kim was a popular finance student who came from a wealthy family. It was said that his family's net worth had already exceeded about ten million dollars.
"Poor? Don't judge a book by its cover. You know the popular girl, Rosy Stevens, right? That's her boyfriend. He gives her a three-thousand-dollar allowance every month."
As he spoke, Kim stared at Brian sourly.
Jeanne did a double take. She looked at the man slaving over the bottles in disbelief and asked, "Are you kidding me? How could Rosy be with him?"
Kim wrinkled his nose in disdain and snorted, "Because he's a thick-skinned ass-kisser in front of Rosy."
Seeing the confusion on Jeanne's face, Kim smiled mischievously. "Here, let me show you."
He stood up and deliberately scattered his leftovers on the floor. Then he shouted at Brian, "Hey, you! Come here and clean up this mess."
Without thinking too much, Brian hurried over and squatted down to clean up the scattered leftovers.
Suddenly, he felt a stream of cold liquid drenching his hair.
He looked up in shock. It turned out that Kim had poured a bottle of drink over his head.
Brian stood up immediately. With clenched fists, he glared at Kim, blue veins bulging on his forehead.
Kim rolled his eyes unhurriedly. Instead of being afraid, he patted Brian on the cheek and sneered, "What's the matter? Do you want to hit me?"
Brian's eyes were blazing with fury. But before he threw a punch at Kim, he thought about his situation.
It had taken him a lot of effort to get this part-time job in the canteen. Apart from the salary, he was allowed to collect bottles and sell them for extra money.
If he hit Kim here today, he would likely lose his job. Then he wouldn't be able to pay his own tuition, not to mention pay the medical fees of Rosy's mother.
Brian took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and forced a smile. "No... No, I don't want to hit you."
"Ha-ha!"
Seeing this, both Kim and Jeanne burst into laughter in unison.
"You are such a fucking loser! Go and buy me a lottery ticket. You can keep the change as a reward. Then send this package to Room 1024 of Galaxy Hotel, got it?"
Kim took out a hundred-dollar bill and tossed it at Brian's face. Then he slipped his arm around Jeanne's waist and the two left, laughing all the way.
Brian picked up the package Kim left expressionlessly and picked up the hundred-dollar bill off the floor.
It was better to send the package to the hotel first and then go to buy a lottery ticket for Kim.
When he thought about the change he'd get after buying one lottery ticket, Brian's displeasure vanished in an instant.
He trotted all the way to Room 1024 of the hotel in high spirits.
Just as he was about to knock at the door, he heard a woman's pleasured moans from inside the room.
Brian's hand stopped midair. His cheeks turned as red as tomatoes with embarrassment. But soon, he realized that something was wrong.
Why did the woman inside sound like Rosy?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He raised his fist and pounded on the door twice, shouting, "Open the door!"
"Who's that? What a bummer!" the girl complained loudly.
"Don't worry, babe. Maybe it's just the courier. I asked Kim to buy me some sex toys. I'll make it up to you later."
Seconds later, the door was opened.
Brian's eyes suddenly widened and his mind went completely blank.
Why the hell was Rosy here?
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
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Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."