You had always dreamed of becoming a designer. But when you told your boyfriend, Vincent, he only laughed. “You? You’re from nothing. No name, no family. Don’t waste your time.”
His words cut, but you worked anyway. What you didn’t know—he was stealing your savings. And when you begged for help, he sneered: “Pathetic. Careless. How can you call yourself independent if you can’t even protect your money?”
That night, you left him.
Weeks later, at a bank, the manager scoffed at your proposal—until a calm voice stopped him. “Let her continue.”
It was Alexander Vandeleur. He listened, then smiled faintly. “You’re ambitious. I’ll invest.”
From there, partnership turned to trust… and love. “You’re a genius,” he told you. You laughed softly. “Only because you believed in me.” “No—I believed in you because you deserved it.”
But envy burned in Vincent’s new girlfriend, Aylin. “If you don’t ruin her, I’m leaving.”
Vincent stole your sketches, boasting online: “Tonight I’ll expose her!”
But when the camera zoomed in, it revealed Aylin’s scam ledgers instead.
The chat exploded: 【Bro… that’s your girlfriend’s scam 💀】 【LMAO he exposed himself 😭】
By the end, Aylin was arrested. Vincent disgraced.
Months later, he was scrubbing cars. On livestream, he leaned against a Bugatti, bragging: “Check it out, my new ride. Bug-got-it, baby. Darling, if you’re watching, this could be ours.”
A voice cut in. “You done?”
The camera caught the owner—Alexander, immaculate in his suit. “I need to take this to my fiancée’s house.”
Vincent froze. Alexander handed him a few bills. “Here’s a tip. And advice—before pretending a Bugatti’s yours, fix your phone. A cracked camera doesn’t match the car.”