Chapter 3Fake It 'Til You Break It

Bella didn't come home that night. The next day, a new video dropped.

It was blindingly gold.

Gold bracelets up to her elbows, rings on every finger, layers of gold necklaces.

She claimed they were "little trinkets" from her boyfriend.

"Wait, you guys haven't received gold from your boyfriends yet? Really? Just me?"

"Money is just a number to me."

She then announced she had a five million dollar dowry, so she wasn't greedy, just showing off their love.

The video exploded. Envy poured in.

Bella basked in it. "Just wanted to test his love. I'm so touched~"

But doubts crept in. Jewelers in the comments pointed out the off-color and lack of hallmarks.

People started questioning her "wealthy heiress" status.

Bella panicked. She posted seven videos in a row, zooming in on the jewelry.

"Seriously? Have you guys never seen real gold? Why would I buy fakes with my family background?" "Where is it fake? Just because your boyfriends are broke doesn't mean mine is. Don't be sour grapes." "Wow, so many haters. I guess my life is just too good for you to understand."

To prove herself, she announced a "Century Wedding."

"This weekend! A luxury wedding at the Grand Hotel! Nothing too fancy, just a few million!" "Fans are welcome! Haters, watch and weep! I'll prove who I am!"

She swore it was happening. But I hadn't given her a dime. Where was the money coming from?