The Billionaire's Revenge She Tried to Steal My Fortune

By accident, I overheard my girlfriend talking to her mom on the phone.

"Mom, I know. First register the marriage with him, then buy the marital apartment, then three months later divorce him and split the property…"

Only then did I realize I'd run into a woman who scams people into marriage.

Chaotic thoughts battled in my head for three seconds, and in the end I decided not to expose her for now.

After all, not only is her figure and looks top-tier, her skills are also first-rate, and she's very handy to use.

Doesn't she want to scam me out of my property? Then I'll plant a landmine for her in advance.

When the time comes, I'll let her know what the hell a surprise is!

…

"Mom, I know. First register the marriage with him, then buy the marital apartment, then three months later divorce him and split the property. I'm very familiar with this process already, you don't need to remind me again."

After hearing this call between Summer Whitney and her mom, my whole body went numb.

No wonder earlier, when I took her to look at a marital apartment and was getting ready to pay, she insisted on waiting until after we got the marriage certificate to buy it, saying that would feel more ceremonial.

Turns out what she wanted wasn't a sense of ceremony—she wanted to freeload my property for nothing.

Before I could even finish digesting my anger, Summer had already hung up and was about to come in from outside.

With no time to hide in the bedroom, I immediately turned around and walked into the kitchen, pretending I was getting breakfast ready.

After Summer came in and saw I was up, her face was full of panic.

"H-Honey, how long have you been up?"

Looking at her probing eyes, I knew she was worried I'd heard what she just said, so I immediately put on a just-woke-up, sleepy-eyed look.

Yawning, I said, "Just got up. I was about to make breakfast."

Summer let out a long breath, leaned over, and pressed her chest tightly against my back. "Honey, leave making breakfast to your wife, okay? After all, you worked hard last night, hehe."

As she spoke, she also started feeling around under my armpits.

In the past, I would have felt extremely happy and sweet.

But now, I felt so disgusted it was like I'd swallowed a fly.

The pure love I thought I had was actually a carefully arranged scam.

She played me like this—I'm definitely going to make her pay the price!

After thinking it over, I decided not to tear off the mask for now.

So I forced down the anger in my heart, smiled, patted her perky butt, and joked, "Fine. I hope your cooking skills amaze me the same way your bedroom skills do!"

Summer shot me an annoyed look and smacked me, then, with a shy face, went to prepare breakfast.

Watching Summer's busy, slender back, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

This woman not only has a top-tier figure and looks, her skills are also first-rate. If I just let go like this, I really would be a little reluctant.

Doesn't she want to mess with me? Then I'll compete with her and see who's better at messing with people.

At this moment, a plan was already brewing in my heart.

When the time comes, she'll know what the hell a surprise is.

Very soon, Summer came out carrying a lavish breakfast.

While she attentively picked food for me, she also beat around the bush, trying to get me to buy her premarital gold jewelry.

Her little scheme was calculated perfectly.

If those things are given before marriage, they count as voluntary gifts. Even if we divorce in the future, all of it will be hers.

The whole time I played deaf and dumb, pretending I didn't understand what she meant.

In the end, Summer couldn't hold it in anymore and directly laid it out with me.

"Honey, look, next month we're getting married. We still have to prepare a set of gold jewelry, right? Otherwise it'll be too shabby then, and wouldn't that make you lose face?"

I chuckled. "What's there to lose face over? We can buy it together after we get the marriage certificate—wouldn't that feel even more ceremonial?"