My Girlfriend Learned Too Late That I’m a Billionaire HeirChapter 1
Just as I was about to graduate from college, my girlfriend, Evelyn Carter, suddenly broke up with me.
She didn’t just walk away—she left me a villa, a Bentley, and a bank transfer of 18 million dollars, thanking me for four years of companionship.
I stood there stunned, unable to comprehend why she was ending things.
Evelyn’s voice was cold, stripped of all the warmth I had grown to love.
“Nicholas Whitmore, for someone from a family like mine, love and marriage are separate. I’m going back to arrange a marriage. Do you understand?”
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My girlfriend was engaged, but her fiancé wasn’t me.
When I rushed to the engagement ceremony in Charleston, I saw Evelyn standing on stage.
She wore a couture gown, glittering with jewelry, looking every bit the dignified heiress.
And the man opposite her? Barely five-foot-four, overweight, with acne oozing across his cheeks. Marco Ramirez—the heir to Charleston’s richest nouveau riche family.
Evelyn, my Evelyn, was going to marry a man like that?
I thought back to the night before, which already felt like a lifetime away.
When I had returned to our villa from my internship, Evelyn had pinned me down on the bed. She leaned in, kissing me breathlessly, her voice hoarse:
“Nick, don’t treat me like a person tonight.”
And then she devoured my whole, body and soul.
But when I woke up, she was gone.
Her phone number was disconnected. All her social media—Instagram, Facebook—were wiped clean, deleted.
It was as if she had vanished overnight, leaving me completely blindsided.
By noon, her attorney appeared at the door.
He explained that Evelyn had left strict instructions not to disturb me before noon. Then he handed me a thick envelope.
Inside was a signed deed of transfer: Evelyn Carter voluntarily giving me the villa, the Bentley, and $18 million in savings—as a thank-you for four years of love.
So this was it? She dumped me without explanation, treated me like a gigolo, and bought me off with property and cash?
But she was wrong. I didn’t need her money.
I had told her before that I wasn’t exactly poor. She had only laughed, answering, “No matter how rich you are, you’ll never be richer than me.”
I never cared about her family’s wealth. I loved her. That was all that mattered.
But why is the a sudden break?