Framed as a Gold Digger, I Destroyed My Fiancé's EmpireChapter 1
Right before my college graduation, my fiancé, Oliver Jefferson, the CEO of Jefferson Group, threw an incredibly over-the-top engagement party just for me.
Champagne towers, chandeliers, a jazz trio flown in from New Orleans, the works.
And right in the middle of it, Oliver handed me a supplementary credit card.
"Use it however you like," he said, slipping it into my palm like it was a love letter.
Sweet, right?
Well… I didn't use it. Not a single swipe.
Apparently, that didn't sit too well with him.
"Therese," Oliver said one night, jaw tight, frustration bubbling beneath his too-smooth voice. "You're going to be my wife. The money I earn? It's meant for you to enjoy. So, if you refuse to use it, what does that mean? You don't love me? Or are you planning to back out of our engagement?"
His eyes were red as he begged me to use his money. He even told me he couldn't eat or sleep until I started using that card.
So, just to appease him, I used the card for two cheap takeout meals.
That was it—just two.
But then I tried to surprise him with this extravagant lunch a few days later. I had this whole cute setup planned when the waiter told me the card was maxed out.
I texted him to confirm the card's limit, only to find out it was a supplementary card with a $500,000 limit.
Since I thought he might have forgotten he'd used it, I kept quiet.
After all, big-shot CEO like Oliver have a lot on their minds, and I didn't want to create any trouble over it. I decided I'd wait until the next month, when the balance resets, and then treat him.
Well. That fantasy lasted all of five minutes.
A furious Oliver stormed into my office, his eyes wild, wielding a stack of credit card statements as if they were weapons.
Therese!" he shouted, slapping the stack onto my desk. "How could you be so greedy? I told you to spend freely, but you exhausted half a million pounds in three days!
His voice was rising with every word.
"So the reason you hesitated before was that the limit was too low? Huh? You're such a damn gold-digger! Thank God I haven't married you yet, or you'd drain my entire fortune quickly!
And just like that, Oliver demanded we call off the engagement.
Not only that, he said I had to pay him back.
Without hesitation, I opened my purse, took out a $100 bill, and passed it across the desk.