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“Emily, you’re the Parker heiress, slumming it with a lowlife like him? You’re actuelly okay with that?”
I gaped. “ The Parker heiress?”
“Yes, her real identity is the Parkers' only daughter!”
Turned out I was the only real poor in the story.
Emily’s words stunned me. I muttered, “So I’m the only one who’s a nobody?”
“Enough. Emily, you here to confront us?”
Laura pressed, “Mark’s sidelining you, he even suggested breaking up, right?”
“Apart from been home for dinner, he spent all his time these last few days chasing Anna. He gave you money, didn’t he?”
Emily froze. “You know everything?”
“Yes. He’s transferring assets, planning to divorce me for you—until Anna showed up.”
“He toyed with you for so long. How much does he really care about you? Now, with a ‘better’ heiress showing up, even a fake one, he’s got no time for you anymore.”
Emily bit her lip. “If I expose you, he’ll come back to me.”
I scoffed. “We’ve said what we’ve got to say. No need to waste time with her. Let her give away all her money, grow old, and lose to some twenty-year-old vixen!”
Me and Laura was about to leave. Emily shouted, “Wait!”
We had reached the door. I exhaled, relieved that she had stopped us—otherwise, I would have no way to explain.
“Let’ team up! Plenty of other fish in the sea.”
“Glad you’re starting to see some sense.”
Laura pulled me back to sit. Three women, one mission—to make that man regret everything.
Emily provided damning evidence: intimate photos with Mark and proof of his asset transfers.
We agreed and split up. Mark never saw it coming—so many women against him. He was doomed.
Back home, Mark immediately asked me out.
I agreed, telling him to meet me at the city part at 7 pm.
We strolled, chatting, when a figure rushed from the shadows, brandishing a knife.
“Hand over your money!”
I clung to Mark, heart pounding. No one was around. Mark stepped in front of me. “Don’t be afraid, I’ve got you!”
The shadowy figure seemed nervous, knife trembling. Mark charged, and they grappled. I watched, panicked.
“Help! Robbery!”
The figure fled. Mark clutched his injured arm, wincing.
“Mark! Are you okay?”
There was plain worry in my eyes. “Why’d you do that?”
“Anna, I’ve thought it over. I can’t ignore what my heart says. In that moment, I’d die for you and feel it was worth it.”
He gazed at me tenderly. I gagged inwardly but played along, throwing myself into his arms.
“You’re such an idiot!”
Things fell into place from there.
