Chapter 1The Billionaire's Lost Son & My Get-Rich-Quick Scheme

It had been two months since I broke up with Julian after our cold war, and he still hadn't sent me a single text.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was ready to cave and apologize first.

But that very day, I suddenly received a confession from the school's poorest student, Hudson.

I was about to reject him when a wall of text—like a livestream chat—flashed before my eyes:

"LMAO, the side chick actually thinks Hudson likes her."

"He just lost a bet with the female lead. He's forced to confess."

"Poor male lead. Just realized his crush is pushing him away, and now he has to get rejected by this shallow, gold-digging prom queen."

"Must be heartbroken!"

"It's okay, it's okay! Once he gets reclaimed by the billionaire Harper family in New York, worth billions, our female lead will come running back!"

...Wait, what?

The Harper family from New York?

The super rich one?

Hold up!

Pause the makeup session.

I want this broke boy!

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I am a gold digger.

But I'm good at hiding it. Usually, I treat all my classmates equally and with kindness.

Except when it comes to dating. My bottom line is non-negotiable—

He has to be rich.

And, of course, hot.

Julian was the closest thing to my ideal in my eighteen years of life.

His family is loaded, old money. Rumor has it they're second only to the Harper family in New York.

Of course, a family like the Harpers is out of my league.

Julian was arrogant, cold, and high-maintenance.

I chased him for months before he finally agreed to be my boyfriend.

But once we were together, he constantly complained that I wasn't clingy or caring enough.

He'd threaten to break up over anything.

"Let's just end it. You only chased me for my money anyway."

"I saw you talking to the basketball captain. Interested in him now?"

"Don't let that used McLaren fool you; it's worthless."

"Block his number right now, or I'm done!"

This happened all the time.

By now, he'd practically monitored every good-looking guy in my contacts.

Two months ago, Julian picked another fight.

The reason? I was twenty minutes late to his birthday party.

"This shows you don't value me!"

"You weren't late to the school assembly! Am I less important to you than the principal?"

"Let's break up. We need to cool off!"

Same old routine.

Are they even comparable?

I'm not a trust fund baby like him. I can't just offend the principal whenever I feel like it.

I was getting tired of it anyway, so I just went along with it.

"Fine. Break up then."

"Don't contact me."