Throughout this drama, Simon kept trying to reach me from new numbers. I blocked each one without hesitation.

I'd given him a month to repay his debt, but he'd blown me off. So I had my family's lawyer file suit against him.


I never expected to literally bump into him on the track field one afternoon.

When he spotted me, his eyes lit up like he'd found salvation. He sprinted over and grabbed my arm before I could escape.

He looked worse than ever—unshaven, with dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. The lawsuit was clearly taking its toll.


"Selena! Thank God I found you," he panted. "I've never stopped thinking about you. Even if you weren't the Legrand heiress, I would've come back to you. That's why I haven't paid you back yet—I wanted to see you in person."

I frantically shook my arm, as if trying to get rid of something dirty.


"Damn, you and Cecilia really were made for each other—both shameless beyond belief. Get lost, will you?"

Simon lunged for me again, but I sidestepped him easily. "Look, if you're so desperate about the money, I'll cut you a deal. Stand at the main gate with a sign confessing you're a cheater. Do it for ten days straight, and I'll drop the lawsuit."

"That's a thousand bucks forgiven per day, by the way. And don't even think about pulling this stalker crap again. My family doesn't just have money—we have security personnel who'd be thrilled to rearrange your face. Touch me again and find out how serious I am."

Simon's outstretched hand froze, then slowly dropped to his side. His eyes darted nervously over my shoulder, as if expecting bodyguards to materialize at any moment.

Within days, photos of Simon holding his "CHEATER" sign flooded the university's social media pages. The memes were creative and merciless. Even better, other girls he'd scammed started coming forward with their own stories.

The full picture was worse than I'd imagined: four simultaneous girlfriends, two abortions he'd refused to help pay for, and a trail of unpaid "loans" from every girl he'd ever dated. Complete trash.

The campus turned on him completely. Within weeks, the pressure became too much, and he dropped out just like Cecilia.

None of which concerned me anymore.

When winter break finally arrived, Mom insisted on picking me up at the airport herself.

As we cruised down the highway, I couldn't resist teasing her. "So Mom, are you absolutely sure you don't have a secret daughter? That Cecilia girl did have your nose."

Mom tapped her chin thoughtfully. "You know what? I think I actually might have one!"

My jaw dropped in horror—until Mom pulled out her phone and showed me a photo of my brother in full drag from his theater group's latest production. "Look at your brother's latest role—isn't he prettier than you?"

Me: "..."

(The End)