Two Years Of His Dirty Game

Synopsis

I was delivering an insanely pricey takeout order in the middle of pouring rain. With a 30-dollar tip on top, I was feeling pretty damn pleased with myself. But then, I accidentally overheard laughter drifting out from the mansion. One voice snickered, "She really believes you were paralyzed in that car crash. She's been hustling deliveries every single day just to support you, even sold her mom's mementos to scrape together cash. "If she ever finds out you're the heir to one of the wealthiest families and just pretending to be broke for fun, she'd totally lose her mind." Edward Kingsto fiddled with his wine glass, a lazy smirk on his face. He sneered, "Cheap women like her are just born to serve. That's all they're good for. "Back in school, she was always overshadowing Sophie, so fooling her like this is exactly what she deserves." I stood there in the pouring rain, tears mixing with the storm, unable to stop them. Edward had been faking being sick for two whole years just to help Sophie take revenge on me. His broken legs, the story of his parents dying, every tear he ever shed—all of it was just part of his carefully planned lie. I picked up the phone and called my dad—the billionaire I've been giving the cold shoulder for years. "Dad, I lost. I'll accept the arranged marriage."