The Unmasked Heiress's Revenge

The Unmasked Heiress's Revenge

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I stepped into my bar to start my shift. The manager hurried over to report. "Miss, your boyfriend Mr. Fowler booked the most luxurious private room." Shock hit me hard. Lucas was broke. How could he afford such an expensive room? I told the manager to keep watching and pulled up the room's surveillance feed. "Man, I heard you lost a bet and had to date a poor girl. Is it fun?" "Don't even start. She costs me five hundred bucks a month. Just a greedy gold-digger!" Lucas Fowler's face twisted with disgust. He turned and kissed the two women draped over his arms, his expression softening. "These are the kind of girls I like. I bought designer watches. One for each of you." I let out a bitter laugh. Calling me poor and a gold-digger? This bar was my own business! When my identity came out, I stood over a kneeling Lucas, grabbed a thick stack of cash, and slapped it across his face. "Swallow every last bill."

Chapter 1

I stepped into my bar to start my shift. The manager hurried over to report.

"Miss, your boyfriend Mr. Fowler booked the most luxurious private room."

Shock hit me hard. Lucas was broke. How could he afford such an expensive room?

I told the manager to keep watching and pulled up the room's surveillance feed.

"Man, I heard you lost a bet and had to date a poor girl. Is it fun?"

"Don't even start. She costs me five hundred bucks a month. Just a greedy gold-digger!"

Lucas Fowler's face twisted with disgust. He turned and kissed the two women draped over his arms, his expression softening. "These are the kind of girls I like. I bought designer watches. One for each of you."

I let out a bitter laugh.

Calling me poor and a gold-digger?

This bar was my own business!

When my identity came out, I stood over a kneeling Lucas, grabbed a thick stack of cash, and slapped it across his face. "Swallow every last bill."

...

At two in the morning, keys clinked at the entrance.

Lucas stumbled in, reeking of alcohol and cheap, cloying perfume.

"Hey, babe, I'm back!" he shouted, reaching to pull me into his arms.

I stepped back, leaving his arms grasping at air.

He didn't notice my coldness. He propped himself up on the couch, half-sitting. "Met with clients today. Drank way too much. My head's killing me. But paying for this fancy place and giving you a stable future sooner? That's worth the hassle."

Nausea churned in my stomach.

His pitiful act only reminded me how I'd been a fool before.

"Babe, I'm so thirsty. Can you grab me a glass of water?"

"It's on the table. Get it yourself." Unlike before, I didn't jump to fetch it. I stayed on the couch, scrolling through my phone.

Lucas froze, his bleary, drunken eyes lifting to meet mine. "Babe, what's wrong? Come on, help me to bed. I'm wiped out."

I looked down at him. "The couch suits you just fine."

I turned, walked into the bedroom, and locked the door behind me.

Outside, Lucas mumbled in disbelief, but his drunken state soon silenced him.

The next morning, after a shower, I sat at my vanity, getting ready.

Lucas shuffled over, rubbing his hungover head. His eyes landed on the new perfume bottle on my table. "Elena, you're wasting money again?"

His brow furrowed, a stark contrast to his smug grin from the night before. "Do you know how hard I work for my money? Can't you spend less?"

I spritzed the perfume, not bothering to glance at him. "It's my money. I'll spend it how I want."

Lucas stared, stunned.

I'd always been gentle and accommodating, never challenging a word he said.

Seconds later, a knowing smile spread across his face. "Babe, what's up? Still mad about me getting drunk last night?"

He stepped closer, trying to hug me from behind.

I sidestepped, leaving him grasping at nothing, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I'll cut back on drinking. Don't be so petty."

When I didn't budge, his eyes flickered, as if a thought struck him. He pulled a dust bag from his satchel. "Oh! I get it. You're mad because you think I forgot our anniversary! I'm the perfect boyfriend! Ta-da! Look what I got you!"

He dangled a bag with a prominent logo in front of me. "Didn't you always say you loved designer bags? I went to so many stores to find this. I could only afford one burger a day to save up for it. Look, I'm losing muscle. You owe me some compensation."

Lucas flexed his arm, showing off.

I eyed the bag, finding it laughably absurd.

My own collection of authentic luxury bags lined an entire wall at home. His was clearly a top-tier knockoff.

His ability to pass off fakes with such confidence deserved an award.

When I stayed silent, Lucas assumed I was dazzled by the "expensive" gift. "You love it, don't you? Take it to work tomorrow. Your coworkers will be so jealous."

His tone carried a mocking edge as he urged me on.

I stared at him, expressionless.

I grabbed a letter opener from the table, slashed the bag several times, and tossed it into the trash.

"Lucas." I looked at the man before me with disgust. "Don't insult me with fakes."

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