Chapter 4

Watching Tiana scream hysterically, I sighed.

I had initially wanted to make things less awkward for both of us, keeping this private so we wouldn’t become a laughingstock. However, since she was determined to make a scene, I no longer cared.

"Yes, Matt is my fiancé. We've met each other's families," I said calmly. "And no, I’m not the one on a scholarship. He is. I've been the one supporting him financially all this time. Those designer clothes you’re wearing? They were bought with my money."

Gasps echoed around us as my classmates’ faces shifted to disbelief.

After all, Matt was the most admired guy in the entire college. No one could have guessed that someone who seemed as rich and invincible as a trust-fund baby was actually the one being financially supported.

Still, Tiana rushed over and grabbed my collar, not believing a word of it. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you slandering your own benefactor now? Without him, you'd probably still be feeding pigs in some backwater town!"

I shook her off impatiently and pulled out my phone, showing the proof of all the money I had transferred to Matt and the donations I’d made. "Believe me now?"

Tiana stared hard at the phone, her eyes scanning the screen, seeing the total amount of transfers, which added up to millions. Not only that, but there were also chat logs between me and Matt.

I continued, my voice steady, "Honestly, I had no idea Matt would go behind my back like this. Maybe you were just an innocent pawn in all of this. I won’t hold this against you. But after today, I’m breaking off the engagement with him, and I won’t be supporting him financially anymore. There’s no place for someone like that in my family–"

"Will you stop with the act already?" Tiana cut me off, her voice cracking with fury. "Photoshop, really? You went that far? And you even found someone using the same profile picture as Matt! Were they in on this little roleplay of yours?"

Her eyes were wild as she spoke. "Matt must be the unluckiest guy in the world to be stuck with a leech like you! You say you supported him through college, huh? Well, guess what? I’ve known Matt since high school, and he’s always been a rich kid!

"Your lies aren’t even convincing!" she sneered.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and called security.

"Did I forget to mention that Matt’s family is one of the board members here at this university? You’ve really done it now. Don’t blame me when things get rough."

Seconds later, several security guards arrived, and Tiana ordered them to drag me away.

One of the guards pinned me to the ground. My cheek scraped against the pavement, and a trickle of blood appeared almost instantly.

My classmates watched, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.

"So Lily really is the other woman, huh? Who would’ve thought? All this time she’s been pretending to be some rich heiress," someone muttered.

"I guess she met her match with Tiana. If not for this, she might’ve kept us fooled."

"But look at her clothes. They’re way more expensive than anything Tiana’s wearing. Maybe Matt actually did spoil her with things?"

“Tiana, won’t Matt be mad if he finds out you’re doing this?”

The moment that question left someone’s mouth, Tiana flew into a rage.

She yelled at the guards, “This shameless leech! Hit her as hard as you can!”

She spat on my face, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head onto the ground as she taunted, "You think Matt’s going to choose you?"

With a cold smirk, she added, "You’re not the first shameless girl I’ve taken care of."

I was too stunned to speak, utterly speechless at the cruelty unfolding before me. I had never seen someone so evil in my life.

With a flick of her wrist, Tiana signaled to the guards, who immediately understood. One after the other, they came at me, fists and feet flying.

I instinctively curled up on the ground, shielding my head as best I could, but the sharp pain wracking my body made it harder to endure with every blow.

Seeing my desperate attempts to protect myself, Tiana scoffed. "This woman really thinks she’s something, trying to seduce anyone she meets? Strip her clothes off! Let’s see how shameless she really is! And why not let you boys have your fun before we sell her off?"

Her words sent the guards into a frenzy, and they came at me, trying to tear my clothes off. Meanwhile, my classmates whipped out their phones, eager to capture the scene like it was some sick entertainment.

I clutched my collar tightly, desperately trying to keep my clothes on. Just as I felt hands closing in, Matt’s voice suddenly boomed from the distance:

“What the hell is going on here?”