My boyfriend is the prince of New York, yet he pretended to be a poor university student with amnesia and freeloaded off me. Even after my best friend Lucy Lane tried to persuade me for the hundredth time to dump this pretty boy, I still refused. Breaking up with him was absolutely out of the question. Until one night, I overheard a conversation between Secretary. “Since the fish have already taken the bait, it’s time for me to go back and reel them in.” “Then, Miss Nancy Faye, what do you plan to do with her?” When I heard this, I almost burst out laughing. I’m finally going to get rich. 0 Lately, Hanson Gabe has been sneaking out behind my back. Before he leaves, he always prepares a table full of delicious food and sweet-talks me. Once I’m asleep, he quietly sneaks out. Little does he know, I’m not actually asleep because I’m waiting for him to betray me. Tonight, after he tossed me around for a while, he got dressed and left. This is the tenth time this month. My patience, though vast, was wearing thin. After he left, I threw on some clothes and followed him out the door. I hid in the stairwell, pressing my ear against the door. I heard Hanson’s voice from the other side of the door. “It seems those old folks at the company are getting anxious. I should head back and close the deal.” Another man respectfully asked, “Then, Young Master, how should we deal with Miss Nancy Faye?” Hearing this made me nervous. Hanson has been freeloading off me for so long, spending my money and sleeping with me; he better not plan on just leaving. Hanson replied in a low voice, “She’s obsessed with money. Just give her a check to get rid of her.” The other man seemed surprised by Hanson’s response and quickly said, “But Miss Nancy Faye has taken care of you for so long. Isn’t just giving her a check a bit heartless?” Hanson seemed annoyed, “What else should I do? Marry her? With her? A third-rate student from a third-rate university working at a third-rate company? And she thinks she’s worthy of entering the Gabe family?” The man then asked, “How much should I write on the check?” Hanson’s response was chillingly indifferent. “Whatever amount she wants.” Hearing Hanson’s chilling words, a surge of triumph and vengeance bubbled up inside me. “Whatever amount she wants.” This is the most beautiful love confession I’ve ever heard in two lifetimes. 0
Yes, two lifetimes, because I’ve been reborn. In my past life, I encountered Hanson Gabe under the guise of a hospital amnesia case. His face, chiseled and enigmatic, seemed to hold secrets I was drawn to unravel. Bewitched by his allure, I took him into my home, offering him the sanctuary of my food, my clothes, and my bed. To be honest, we did have a happy time together. It was so blissful that I believed love was everything. Hanson pretended he had amnesia from a car accident caused by a power struggle within his company. He used this time to secretly reorganize the Gabe Corporation from the shadows. The day the Gabe family sent their entourage to retrieve Hanson, ten Rolls Royces glided into my dilapidated neighborhood like a parade of dark, gleaming monoliths. The luxurious convoy drew the eyes of every resident, their gazes riveted to the spectacle that unfolded before them. I watched as Hanson changed into a tailored suit and put on a Rolex watch. He handed me a check for 5 million dollars, thanking me for taking care of him during this time. Back then, I was completely in love with Hanson, thinking love was more important than anything. I refused the check, only wanting to be with him forever. I can still remember the look he gave me—a look you’d give to a stray dog on the street. Disdainful, confused, amused. Later, Hanson unilaterally broke up with me. I couldn’t accept it and went to the media to expose our relationship during the time he pretended to have amnesia. Hanson gained a reputation for being heartless and cold. As public opinion grew, it caused turmoil in the Gabe Corporation, which had just come out of a power struggle. In the end, Hanson proposed to me under pressure and married me. On the second day after our wedding, I saw on the front page of the newspaper that he spent the night at a hotel with a popular model. From then on, Hanson tortured me daily, saying that seeing me made him sick. He even bought the media company I had exposed him to and revealed that I was the one who leaked the information. Overnight, I went from being a kind-hearted wife to a scheming gold-digger. Hanson’s cold violence and the online harassment eventually led to me developing depression, and I ultimately committed suicide at home. 0
When I woke up again, I found myself lying in the hospital where I first met Hanson, having fainted due to low blood sugar. Seeing Hanson call me “sweetheart” again and again, I rolled my eyes. This time around, it’s not about revenge. I’ve lived through the agony, and now, it’s all about seizing what’s rightfully mine. I’ve been reborn, and with this new chance, I’m focusing on one thing: that $5 million. Sure enough, in this life, Hanson still pretended to have amnesia and claimed to have fallen in love with me at first sight. When I saw his chiseled, devastatingly handsome face, it seemed like the words “5 million dollars” were written all over it. I rubbed my hands together and took him home. Everything is falling perfectly into place this time around. Hanson and I naturally gravitated towards each other, and I showered him with even more care than in the past life. When he was hungry, I prepared his favorite meals with my own hands. When he was in financial trouble, I generously transferred money to him without hesitation. And when he wanted to sleep with me? No problem at all—come right over, and let’s make this night unforgettable. Even my longtime best friend, Lucy Lane, condemned me with scathing words, calling me a heartless, ungrateful friend who had abandoned our shared dream of wealth and success. The neighbor across the hall was so angry about the care I gave Hanson that he complained to his wife about how little attention he received. Under my devoted care, my relationship with Hanson flourished. Unlike in my previous life, he began to embrace the role of a caring partner.He learned to cook and took pride in preparing meals for me, often surprising me with lunch at work. His gestures were the talk of the office, sparking envy among my colleagues who marveled at my seemingly perfect, attentive boyfriend. Ha—considerate, perhaps, but a sweet, obedient dog? Absolutely. Since taking in Hanson and deciding to make money, my work has been booming—I got three promotions in a row. But this small change doesn’t interest me; I want 5 million dollars. My phone suddenly lit up; it was Lucy texting me on Messenger. This was her 101st attempt to get me to break up with Hanson. “Nancy Faye! How could you be so blinded by that pretty boy? If you don’t break up with him, we’re finished! Look at you now, drowning in love and forgetting everything we planned. Do you even remember our dream of getting rich?!” In my past life, Lucy’s harsh words were a wake-up call I ignored because of my love for Hanson. This time, when faced with her angry plea, I turned her down not out of love but for the money! “Lucy, I love Hanson. Trust me, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get rich. Pack your things and get your passport ready; I’m taking you flying.” After sending the message, I heard a noise outside the door—Hanson was back. I quickly placed my phone face down, feigning sleep as I heard his footsteps approach. His warmth enveloped me as he slipped into bed, his arms wrapping around my waist with a possessive gentleness. He slept soundly, but I couldn’t sleep out of excitement over the words “Whatever amount she wants.” Finally, the day has come! The chains of endless toil are shattered, and I stand on the precipice of my liberation. 0
I’ve been waiting for this day for what feels like forever. Another month has passed, but in my last life, Hanson had already left by this time. Why is he still here in this one? When I got home from work, I opened the door and was stunned. Flowers, balloons, candles, a feast, and music. Uh… what is this? “Nancy, today is our one-year anniversary.” I looked at Hanson, who was dressed to the nines, and couldn’t figure out what he was up to. Seeing that I wasn’t reacting, Hanson waved his hand in front of my face. “Nancy, Nancy, what are you thinking about?” I cleared my throat, “I was thinking about you, thinking about how much effort my baby put in to surprise me. I’m so touched that I’m about to cry.” Pretending to be overwhelmed with gratitude, I snuggled into his arms and planted a kiss on his chin. Hanson hugged me tightly, rubbing his chin on the top of my head, “It’s all worth it for you.” I pinched the palm of my hand hard, tears welling up in my eyes. I looked up at Hanson through my blurred vision,”Will you ever stop wanting me? After all, I’m just a third-rate student from a third-rate university, toiling away at a third-rate company. ” “Of course not!” Seeing the determination in Hanson’s eyes, I found it both amusing and repulsive. These were the very same words he had used to belittle me before—words that painted me as nothing more than a pathetic afterthought. Now, here he was, parading around with this grand display of affection. How utterly revolting. “Really? You’ll never despise me? Will you marry me? Will we get married?” Hearing my questions, Hanson hesitated for a moment. Ha—gotcha, didn’t I? “Of course we will.” I didn’t expect Hanson to agree. Despite being so disgusted with me, he still wants to put on this charade. It’s a shame he didn’t pursue acting. I lowered my head and pretended to be happy, burying myself in Hanson’s arms. He pushed me away and picked up an exquisite velvet box from the table. Seeing the box, my eyes lit up. This boy knows what’s up. My year of acting with him wasn’t in vain. Judging by the box, the contents must be valuable. “This is for you.” I accepted it happily and opened it, only to find a lousy red string inside. What the hell? Where’s my knife? Is this supposed to be the prince of New York? The heir to the Gabe Corporation? Are you kidding me? If I hadn’t already developed the habit of putting on a fake smile in front of Hanson, I might have slapped him right there. “What is this?” I asked, looking puzzled, carefully picking up the red string and examining it for a while. Hmm… it’s really just a red string. Not even a gold bead, let alone a silver one. “This is a peace charm I got for you at the temple today. Wear it, and it will keep you safe.” I could curse his entire family to hell and back, but I still put on a look of being deeply moved. “Really? I love it. You’re so good to me.” With that, I hooked my arm around Hanson’s neck and gave him a kiss. Hanson immediately deepened the kiss, gently sucking on my lips like he was savoring a piece of jelly. Another sleepless night—my last conscious thought before drifting off was whether this stingy man would still give me that check. 0
The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of people talking. I sat up in bed, rubbing my aching waist. Hanson was already gone. I stood by the window, looking down at a row of Rolls Royces parked outside. Finally! Finally! The day has come! Suddenly, my waist didn’t hurt anymore, my legs weren’t sore, and I could climb five flights of stairs in one go. I didn’t even bother putting on shoes as I dashed downstairs. I saw Hanson, now dressed in a well-fitted black suit, his black-framed glasses replaced with gold-rimmed ones, and a diamond-studded Rolex on his wrist. A crowd had gathered around the entrance, watching the spectacle. Several bodyguards approached Hanson, bowing respectfully. Finally, they’re here. You’re finally here. Tears of excitement welled up in my eyes, but I held them back and pretended to be scared, “Who are you? Where are you taking my boyfriend?” A man dressed as a secretary pulled my arm away from Hanson. “Miss Nancy Faye, please behave yourself. This is Mr. Hanson Gabe, the heir to the Gabe Corporation. To thank you for taking care of Mr. Gabe over the past year, here is a check. You can fill in the amount as a small token of the Gabe Corporation’s gratitude.” This voice—it was the same person I heard talking with Hanson late at night. My lips trembled, and tears streamed down my face. I looked like a pitiful wife being abandoned by her husband. My hand reached out to Hanson again, “Hanson, are you… are you leaving me?”
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