Together for Years, but He Didn't Know My Real IdentityBOOK1-Chapter 1
Harriet's POV
As my university graduation approached, my boyfriend, Damian Harris, suddenly broke up with me.
He gave me a villa, a Bentley, and two and a half million dollars, thanking me for the four years I’d spent with him. Stunned, I asked him why we were ending things. His response was cold and detached: “Harriet, people from families like mine separate love and marriage. I’m going back to fulfill my duty and marry someone suitable. Do you understand?”
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My boyfriend was getting engaged, but his fiancée wasn’t me.
When I rushed to the engagement ceremony, I saw Damian standing on the stage.
He was breathtaking in a tailored suit, obsidian cufflinks gleaming against his pristine shirt, his appearance as flawless as ever.
But the woman standing across from him... she was barely four feet and seven inches, overweight, and her face was covered with shiny pimples that looked ready to burst.
My boyfriend was marrying her?
The events of the previous night flashed through my mind, feeling like a lifetime ago.
I had just come home from my internship, only to be pinned to the bed by Damian.
He leaned in, his voice hoarse as he kissed me and said, “Baby, don’t think of me as human tonight.”
That night, he consumed me entirely.
But when I woke up the next morning, he was gone. His phone number was disconnected, and all his social media accounts—WhatsApp, Instagram—were deactivated. It was as if he’d vanished from my world without warning.
Then, his lawyer arrived.
It was midday when the lawyer knocked on my door. He said Damian had specifically instructed him to come at this hour so as not to disturb my rest.
He handed me a document, and I skimmed it in confusion.
It was a transfer of assets—a villa, a Bentley, and two and a half million dollars in cash—clearly stating that Damian had willingly gifted them to me as a thank-you for our four years together.
So, he inexplicably dumped me and treated me like a kept woman, throwing money at me?
But I didn’t need his money!
I’d told him that when we first started dating. His response back then had been confident and dismissive: “No matter how rich you are, you’ll never have more than me.”
I let it go because I loved him.
But why did we have to break up like this?