I was a fake heiress. Before the real daughter of the Bennett family was brought home, I kept Adrian Walker, Mrs. Johnson’s son, as my secret lover.
As long as he was willing to be my bed partner, I would find a suitable heart donor for his younger sister, who suffered from a heart condition, and cover all the medical expenses. That way, Mrs. Johnson wouldn’t need to work two exhausting jobs every day.
He agreed and stayed by my side like a loyal dog for three years.
Until the real heiress, Isabella Bennett, returned and I was thrown out of the Bennett estate.
I became the daughter of a gambling addict and completely cut ties with Adrian.
Later, my father pawned me to a nightclub as a hostess to pay off his gambling debts.
By coincidence, I ran into Adrian in a VIP lounge. He was now Isabella’s boyfriend. And he even ordered me to pour him a drink.
We girls lined up for them to choose from. When I lifted my gaze and saw him, I froze.
Five years after leaving the Bennett estate, I never thought I’d meet Adrian again—least of all like this.
“You can pick whoever you want, but don’t corrupt my Adrian.”
The voice belonged to Isabella.
I glanced sideways at her. She wore a white dress, her high ponytail making her look youthful and full of energy.
I lowered my head. My black bodycon dress clung to every curve, its open back held by only a thin strap, the hem barely covering my thighs. It was exactly the kind of outfit I used to despise.
I’d heard he was now a rising leader in the cutting-edge drone industry. He had finally achieved his dream.
Sitting next to Isabella, he looked like a perfect match for her. One was a celebrated tech entrepreneur, the other the true heiress of the Bennett Group.
“I’ll take number 18.”
Someone called out my number. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized the familiar voice. It was Daniel Carter, my childhood friend.
“Then I’ll take number 12.”
“I’ll take number 7.”
I sat down beside Daniel and poured him a drink.
Then someone nearby casually brought up Isabella’s background and, inevitably, Adrian’s past.
“Mr. Walker, I heard you once had a fling with the fake Bennett heiress. And now you’re with the real one—enjoying the best of both worlds, huh?”
My back stiffened. I glanced at Adrian, but he neither spoke nor showed any expression.
Awkwardness hung in the air until a woman next to Isabella chimed in.
“Our Isabella is the true daughter of the Bennetts. Not only does she run a division of the Bennett Group, but she’s also a renowned jewelry designer. As for Sophia Bennett, she’s nothing compared to Isabella.”
The moment I heard that arrogant voice, I knew it was my old nemesis. I never imagined she would one day be flattering Isabella like this.
Daniel, sitting next to me, looked displeased for just a moment. But I knew he wouldn’t speak up for me—he was the illegitimate son of the Carter family, with no say since childhood.
Just then, girl number 7 began singing, and the atmosphere in the lounge grew lively again.
Taking the chance, I excused myself to fetch more drinks, hoping to slip away quickly.
“Number 18.”
Adrian suddenly called out to me.
“Could you pour me a drink?”
My hands trembled as I filled his glass and handed it over.
“Thank you.”
He glanced at me once, showing no recognition, his eyes moving on indifferently.
Of course he wouldn’t recognize me. I never wore makeup before, and now with my heavy layers, even I barely recognized myself.
I forced a bitter smile, mocking myself, and turned to leave.
