After 99 Poverty Tests, I Became the Billion-Dollar Heir

Sophia Roscente stood before me with probing eyes.

She slid a property purchase contract across the table.

"Liam Anderson, I really like this house."

"I've already paid the down payment. You'll cover the remaining five million mortgage."

Fresh out of college, my salary barely covered basic expenses.

Yet she expected me to shoulder this massive debt.

I shook my head in refusal.

Her gaze turned icy in an instant.

A week later, her social media post popped up on my feed.

A photo of her with Noah Lowell, the campus heartthrob.

The backdrop was a luxurious villa.

The caption read: "Eight million, paid in full, for the one I love most."

My fingers tightened slightly around my phone.

She arranged to meet me and spread the property deed on the table.

"Liam, truth is, I'm wealthy."

"I pretended to be poor all these years to test you."

"Unfortunately, you failed."

She retrieved the deed, her tone distant.

"Let's break up."

I smiled and stood to leave.

Funny.

I'd been pretending too.

For four years, I'd hidden my identity as the heir to the wealthiest family.

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Four years later.

At the Fortune Summit.

I carried my son into the side hall.

Today was supposed to be family day.

But my father insisted I make an appearance.

My babbling toddler played with my car keys in my arms.

Sophia entered on Noah's arm, dripping in designer gowns and jewels.

Her gaze swept the room and froze when it landed on me.

She released Noah and strode over.

"Liam Anderson?"

Her eyes raked over my simple attire.

"Working as a chauffeur wasn't enough?"

"Now you're babysitting too?"

Her lips curled in mockery.

Noah joined her, hand possessive on her waist.

"Sophia, why waste words on someone like him?"

He turned to staff nearby.

"This event is for distinguished guests."

"How did riffraff get in?"

The staff looked uncomfortable.

I met their gazes calmly.

"I'm here for the summit."

Sophia laughed outright.