His Bet, Her Heist: A Calculated Romance

His Bet, Her Heist: A Calculated Romance

Jv Lingxian

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I was Northwood Academy's charity case, my worn backpack and second-hand uniform screaming my poverty louder than any whisper. Living miles from this privileged world, with my disabled dad and our crushing bills, escaping was my only thought. But Jessica Thorne, the queen bee, made sure I never forgot my place. It started with the "First Annual Northwood Philanthropy Prize." My name was called, not for an award, but for public humiliation. They presented me with a massive cardboard check: "$0.00 – For Being Our Charity Case." Laughter swelled, burning my face, but I kept my expression neutral. Then, I overheard them: "The Sterling Bet." The school' s elite rich boys, led by golden boy Ethan Vanderbilt, schemed to fake a relationship with me, build me up, then publicly shatter my reputation right before the SATs, ensuring my future was ruined. My blood ran cold. This wasn't merely mockery; it was calculated sabotage, a crueler kind of war. Jessica's venomous glare confirmed she endorsed it, her bizarre comment about me being a "cheap knock-off" adding a chilling, unsettling layer to their game. Were they truly this bored and cruel? But they underestimated the girl with nothing to lose. They wanted to play? Fine. I would play too. With an icy resolve hardening my heart, I smiled, accepting Ethan's offer of "help." My goal was no longer just survival. It was a calculated heist, and their resources would be my vault. I would win.

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I was Northwood Academy's charity case, my worn backpack and second-hand uniform screaming my poverty louder than any whisper.

Living miles from this privileged world, with my disabled dad and our crushing bills, escaping was my only thought. But Jessica Thorne, the queen bee, made sure I never forgot my place.

It started with the "First Annual Northwood Philanthropy Prize."

My name was called, not for an award, but for public humiliation.

They presented me with a massive cardboard check: "$0.00 – For Being Our Charity Case."

Laughter swelled, burning my face, but I kept my expression neutral.

Then, I overheard them: "The Sterling Bet." The school' s elite rich boys, led by golden boy Ethan Vanderbilt, schemed to fake a relationship with me, build me up, then publicly shatter my reputation right before the SATs, ensuring my future was ruined.

My blood ran cold.

This wasn't merely mockery; it was calculated sabotage, a crueler kind of war. Jessica's venomous glare confirmed she endorsed it, her bizarre comment about me being a "cheap knock-off" adding a chilling, unsettling layer to their game. Were they truly this bored and cruel?

But they underestimated the girl with nothing to lose. They wanted to play? Fine. I would play too. With an icy resolve hardening my heart, I smiled, accepting Ethan's offer of "help." My goal was no longer just survival. It was a calculated heist, and their resources would be my vault. I would win.

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