Chapter 4Fake It 'Til You Break It

I didn't give her the five million.

But I still took our parents to the "wedding."

We arrived at the grand ballroom. Bella stood on stage alone, in a wedding dress, livestreaming.

I checked the stream. It was packed.

But as the hour mark passed with no groom, the mood shifted.

"What's happening? Where is he?" "Did the groom run?" "Is this the 'influencer capability'?"

Bella was sweating, texting frantically.

Mom and Dad looked worried. I comforted them quietly.

The "rich heir" had definitely bailed.

I watched Bella panic on stage, curious how she'd spin this.

"No way! Oppa just got called to an international conference!" "Career men are the hottest! A good wife supports her man's business!"

She showed a chat screenshot. The guy claimed he had to fly out and sent a "520" (I love you) red packet.

"Enjoy the food, everyone! I have plenty of money!"

The guests looked confused. This hotel was insanely expensive.

I checked the comments. The internet wasn't buying it.

"Left at the altar? Some 'good boyfriend'." "She's definitely broke. Probably dating a loser."

Bella saw the comments and screeched.

"You know nothing! I'm carrying the heir to his family! He's transferring two houses to me tomorrow!" "And a yacht! Once I birth the eldest grandson, my husband is buying me a yacht for parties! I'll invite my fans!"

Mom and Dad grabbed my hands.

"Is it true? Is she pregnant?" "We haven't even met the guy!"

Before I could speak, Bella sneered from the stage.

"Stop being such dinosaurs! It's modern love!" "Of course it's true! I'm marrying into a dynasty!"

She caressed her belly, looking proud.

She was still flaunting her "million-dollar" dress.

Did she really think a baby would secure a scammer?

I shook my head and led my bewildered parents out.