The Bankrupt Heiress Chapter 1

After my family went bankrupt, I set my sights on the wealthy circle of childhood friends.

Brandon was the first to take the bait.

After stringing him along for three months, I happened to overhear a conversation he had with his friends:

"A down-and-out socialite, and you're still showering her with attention? Don't tell me you two are actually in love?"

Brandon let out a dismissive laugh. "True love? Please. Her family went bankrupt, so I can have some fun with her. If I were really going to marry, I'd have to choose a proper heiress."

My heart shattered.

That very night, I cleared out his place.

Without a moment's hesitation, I texted the next wealthy childhood friend on my list: "I broke up with him. Come get me."

* * *

The VIP room door hadn't been fully shut.

As Brandon spoke, I could even see him idly twirling his lighter, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes filled with a chilling indifference.

"Just a bit of fun, that's all. My family is already setting up arranged meetings for me."

"Aren't you worried about Rachel getting angry? She used to be quite the social queen, famously headstrong!"

Brandon let out a light laugh. "Used to be, you said it yourself. She's living off my money now. Even if she knew I was going on dates, what right does she have to cause a scene?"

I froze in place.

Just a few months ago, my family had gone bankrupt.

It was Brandon who stepped forward, patiently comforting me. "Rachel, be with me. I'll take care of you for life."

And he had kept his word.

No clothes? Top luxury brands sent their stylists to my door.

No place to live? He bought me an apartment in the city.

No money to spend? Fifty thousand a month transferred directly to my card.

Now, he was openly discussing the "cost" of keeping me in a VIP room.

"How much has Brandon sunk into her these past few months?"

"Three to five hundred thousand, I'd say."

"Isn't that a bit much? No matter how 'high-class' she once was, that's ancient history now. Is she really worth that price?"

The group started to egg him on.

"The model I'm seeing only cost me five grand for three months! Don't you dare inflate the market price!"

"What if you feed this fallen socialite's ego too much, and she eventually gets too comfortable being a kept woman and tries to force a marriage?"

That last remark made Brandon thoughtful.

Before I could hear his reply, a hand clapped me on the shoulder.

"Well, well, if it isn't Miss Rachel? Why are you standing out here instead of coming in?"

I turned.

Meeting a pair of eyes that held a knowing, mocking glint.