Chapter 1The Heiress's Revenge: A Test of True Love

The first time I brought my boyfriend, a CEO of a listed company, home.

My stepmother frowned with disgust.

She said earnestly in front of the whole family:

"Daughter, as someone who's been there, I have to warn you."

"Rich people like him are most afraid of filth. Is your AIDS cured? Don't harm him!"

"You had over ten abortions in the red-light district because of this disease, your uterus is rotten. What if you infect his whole family?"

My boyfriend left in extreme disappointment. Distracted while driving, he died in a car crash.

I went crazy and questioned my stepmother why she slandered me with such filthy lies.

She said nonchalantly:

"I was helping you test if it was true love. Who knew he was so petty?"

Even my father echoed:

"Good thing we tested him. If you really married such a stingy man, you'd be crying later!"

I was furious and died of a stroke from anger.

Reborn.

I looked at my stepmother, who was about to open her mouth, and smiled.

Since you love testing so much, let me help you test my dad.

* * *

The atmosphere in the private room was suffocating.

The crystal chandelier was blinding.

My dad, Nathan, sat at the head of the table, his face flushed with health.

My stepmother, Lucinda, parted her lips, that vicious line about to come out.

I slammed my chopsticks onto the table.

Clack.

I covered my face and started wailing without even building up emotion.

"Dad! I'm so sorry!"

This scream confused everyone present.

"Gavin said! As long as you agree to treatment, he can help with the $500 million debt! Our family won't go bankrupt!"

The flush on Nathan's face vanished instantly.

"W... what $500 million? What bankruptcy?"

Lucinda ignored her lobster and screeched, "Nina! What nonsense are you talking about? The company is fine!"

I sniffled, pointing at Nathan's crotch, voice loud enough to lift the roof.

"Dad! At a time like this, let's stop hiding it!"

"Aunt Lucinda, take Dad to the hospital quickly!"

"The doctor told me, it's Super Syphilis! And it's late stage!"

"If he doesn't treat it, that thing will rot off! His whole body will fester, oozing pus and blood, he won't even have a whole corpse when he dies!"

Crash.

Lucinda's chair fell over.

She sprang away three meters as if on springs.

She screamed in horror, "What? Syphilis?! Late stage?!"

Step-sister Tiffany was scared silly too, dropping her wine glass.

She screamed along, "Mom! Didn't you say this old man was healthy? How could he have such a dirty disease!"

Nathan turned purple with rage.

He stood up abruptly, pointing at me, "You unfilial daughter! What nonsense! When did I..."

I didn't let him finish.

I pulled a prepared lab report from my bag.

And stuffed it into Nathan's hand.

"Dad! Look for yourself! It's the urgent report from City Hospital!"

The bright red words: [Treponema pallidum antibody positive (++++), Stage 3, immediate hospitalization recommended].

Nathan looked at the paper, hands shaking like he had Parkinson's, mind blank.

A man shrewd all his life, his IQ dropped to zero on matters concerning his "manhood."

I turned, looking at Lucinda with teary eyes.

"Aunt Lucinda, you always say true love is priceless."

"You said true love must withstand testing."

"You won't despise Dad for being dirty, right?"

"Gavin said, as long as he gets treatment, we'll shoulder the $500 million debt! Even if we sleep on the streets and beg, as long as the family is together and Dad is alive, we are happy, right?"

I spoke with deep emotion.

Lucinda's face looked worse than if she ate shit.

Her eyes darted around.

$500 million debt?

Sleep on the streets?

Serve a syphilitic old man with a rotting crotch?

Tiffany couldn't take it first.

She jumped up yelling, "Mom! Didn't you say marrying this old geezer was for me to enjoy life? I won't sleep on the streets! I won't serve a dirty old man!"

Lucinda seemed to snap out of it.

She looked up, resolute. "No! Absolutely not!"

"I'm carrying a son! I can't be infected!"

"I came to be a rich wife, not to be poor!"

"Nathan! You old immortal thing, stay away from me!"