On our third anniversary, I brought a gift and went to Jaxon's studio, ready to surprise him with a confession—I was actually the daughter of the richest man in town. However, when the door opened, what greeted me was a shocking sight: Jaxon, completely undressed, posing as a model for another woman. When I confronted him, he defended himself with righteous indignation. "I'm only doing this to save money for our wedding!" Sensing the tension, the woman chimed in coyly. "Jaxon is sacrificing for the sake of art. There's really nothing improper between us." I stared at the two of them, perched on their moral high ground, and quietly turned away to cancel the extravagant dowry I had prepared.
View MoreOnce I had wrapped up all the messy business, I stopped keeping tabs on them.A couple of months later, I was hitting the shops solo.Out of nowhere, a wild woman with hair all over the place and clothes in tatters came charging at me.She was babbling like a broken record."Yuliana, you did this! I'm going to end you!"No bodyguards were in sight, and my brain was not catching up fast enough. I thought that she would not be able to kill me, but it would at least warrant a hospital stay.Then, out of the blue, someone else dove in.Jaxon jumped in front of me, taking the hit that was meant for me.Sarah missed and went for another stab.However, Jaxon was like a wall, stopping her instantly.She lost it, stabbing him again and again, the knife sinking deep.The crowd finally got a grip on her, but by then, Jaxon was a mess, bleeding out and barely breathing.I was on the phone with 911 in a flash.Jaxon tried to talk, his mouth moving in slow motion.I leaned in close, ca
The next day, the drama peaked, and I watched my social media get blasted non-stop.That was when I tracked down my dad."Hey, Dad, got any secret kids out there?"Sean was livid, his face a picture of outrage."Secret kids? What are you talking about? Your mom's been gone for years, and I never remarried. How could I have a secret child?!"I could not help but laugh. "Well, there's a rumor that she's the real Jensen heiress. I've been getting trashed online for days.""What?!"Sean, shocked, quickly logged into his ancient social media account.The online chatter had him seeing red.He tagged me in a post.[My one and only treasure.]Then, he tagged Sarah.[Don't know her; stop the fake claims.]Since it was really my dad's account, the post made waves.The internet went wild.[No way! Sean himself confirms his daughter!][They've kept it low-key for years, and now it's all out there. Talk about clout!][Some folks must be shaking in their boots now.][Bet you didn't
Sarah must have bet that since Ms. Jensen and Rebecca had not shown their faces in years, she could get away with it if she did not push things too far.Her caption for those six paintings read as follows.[Doodles for your eyes only, not for sale, please don't bother.]In the comments, a few lone voices questioned the artwork's authenticity, wondering if the person behind the account was really who they claimed to be.However, the skeptics were drowned out by a sea of fans who could not stop singing praises, making the few critical voices seem like whispers lost in a storm.It looked like the lady was hooked on the drama.She used to keep her performances behind closed doors, but then it seemed she could not get enough and had taken her act to the main stage.I mulled it over for a while, then set up a new account, calling myself Ms. Jensen Rebecca.[New artwork, share to win!]I uploaded each of my paintings, matching them up perfectly.Initially, it was just a bunch of clu
Jaxon had been blowing up my social media accounts for days.Yet, I made sure to block him every single time.I found peace at last—for a whole two days.Then my butler burst in, panting, saying that some guy named Jaxon was outside, making a scene, desperate to see me.I rubbed my temples. "Have security kick him out. If he puts up a fuss, call the cops."However, the butler was back in a flash. "Miss, he says if he can't see you, he'll just—""Just let him throw his tantrum," I cut in sharply.The butler hesitated, clearly in a bind.Then, I sighed and went out to deal with Jaxon myself.His face lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw me. "Yuliana, Yuliana, I've been searching everywhere for you."I kept my distance, the security guys acting like a human shield. He deflated like a popped balloon."Yuliana, I've missed you so much. Please, come back with me. I realize now I've messed up."I looked down, a wry smile playing on my lips. "Missed me? Funny! When you were hol
My mind wandered back to the days with Jaxon in college.Back in the day, he had been scraping the bottom of the barrel academically, but nobody could touch his work ethic.To afford his paints and brushes, he pinched every penny. There and then, he would sketch commissions on the side to make ends meet. His art? It had soul, but the big shots would tear him down every chance they got. He would chuckle and say he had to level up his game, that he would rise above the noise and the naysayers. That was what had drawn me to him.I would tag along for 30-cent buns and 50-cent packs of ramen just to be near him.He thought I was in the same boat, scrimping and saving, so sometimes he would splurge what little he had on a barbecue or a hearty beef stew for the two of us.However, at some point, something in him shifted. He started chasing vanity, got caught up in the rat race, lost his drive—and his art lost its spark. It turned bland, just run-of-the-mill.My dad noticed that I had cl
Jaxon was spooked, no doubt about it.He glared at the unexpected guests. "Who the heck are you, barging into my place?"They ignored him, lining up in front of me like I was the queen or something.I brushed past Jaxon, my sketches in hand."You can't go!" Jaxon was desperate, trying to grab me.The bodyguards piled on him, holding him back."Miss, this guy—""Miss? Yuliana, what's the deal? They've got the wrong person, right? Why are they calling you miss?"Jaxon struggled in vain, finally yelling in frustration, "Yuliana, what are you doing?"Without looking back, I murmured, "That woman today, she said something that really hit home. If I hadn't been so blindly stubborn, you wouldn't even have had a chance to get a glimpse of me."It took a moment, but Jaxon's slow-on-the-uptake brain finally got it."Who are you?""I'm the one and only heiress of the Jensen family, Yuliana."Jaxon was floored. "You're Ms. Jensen? However, Sarah—"Wait, that's not right. Your last na
Jaxon's swagger vanished in an instant."What sketches are you talking about?""Cut the act. It's just us here. If you didn't take them, then who did?"Jaxon scowled. "Yuliana, when did you get so harsh?"Sure, I took them. I'm your boyfriend. What's the big deal in checking out your work?"I scoffed. "Was it really for you or for that Rebecca lady?"That struck a nerve."What's your point? Even if Sarah took a peek, what was it to you? You thought she'd copy you? She was just curious about my sketches, and I found a few of yours decent enough to show her."It was just a few sketches. You were done with them anyway. What's the fuss about showing her the originals?"Come on! Would you benefit from me showing her your drafts, too?"Don't weddings need money? I'm doing all this to give you the life you deserve. Why can't you see that?"I quietly shut off the recording on my phone.Just then, my phone buzzed to life.It was my dad, whom I had not spoken to in ages.He had tri
"You're saying you're Ms. Jensen?" I bit back my words.However, she stood there, all high and mighty. "If I'm not her, then are you? What? Got cold feet?"Her act was so spot-on that I started to wonder if my dad really had a secret kid out there.I swung my gaze back to Jaxon. "Is this why you stabbed me in the back?"Jaxon's lips tightened, and he could not meet my eyes."I told you... There's nothing going on, and you—"You're supposed to be an artist, but you can't even appreciate art. You've done zilch.""Oh? You're an artist, too?"Sarah snorted and said, "Has the bar for being an artist gotten so low? Can anybody just claim they're an artist now?"I shot her a look. "So, Ms. Jensen, got any pearls of wisdom to share?"Sarah wrapped her arms around herself, oozing arrogance."Everyone in our circle knows Rebecca, don't they?"At the mention of Rebecca, my eyes slowly grew wide in disbelief."You can't possibly be telling me that you're that mysterious, elusive geniu
Stepping out of the boutique, I ran into Jaxon Gray, wrapped in a cozy embrace with a girl. Both of them giggled as if they were sharing the world's funniest joke.I shot them a quick look, not really interested in their drama, but the girl's eagle eyes caught mine.She gave me a once-over, her arm snaking through Jaxon's as she jostled him. "Jaxon, I thought you said your girlfriend was broke. What's she doing coming out of a place like that?"Jaxon's face twisted into an awkward grimace."She's all about the glitz and glam, always window shopping, even when she can't afford a thing."That stung. Jaxon's eyes lit up like fireworks every time we strolled past those fancy stores.However, he could not even afford a high-quality knockoff with the bit of money he made.I always dragged him inside, making mental notes of whatever caught his eye the longest. Later, I surprised him with it, pretending I had scrimped and saved for the imitation.He lit up like a kid on Christmas morni
Stepping out of the boutique, I ran into Jaxon Gray, wrapped in a cozy embrace with a girl. Both of them giggled as if they were sharing the world's funniest joke.I shot them a quick look, not really interested in their drama, but the girl's eagle eyes caught mine.She gave me a once-over, her arm snaking through Jaxon's as she jostled him. "Jaxon, I thought you said your girlfriend was broke. What's she doing coming out of a place like that?"Jaxon's face twisted into an awkward grimace."She's all about the glitz and glam, always window shopping, even when she can't afford a thing."That stung. Jaxon's eyes lit up like fireworks every time we strolled past those fancy stores.However, he could not even afford a high-quality knockoff with the bit of money he made.I always dragged him inside, making mental notes of whatever caught his eye the longest. Later, I surprised him with it, pretending I had scrimped and saved for the imitation.He lit up like a kid on Christmas morni
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