Playing with the Heirs

The Ivy League legacy made a bet with his friends.

He wagered his family's townhouse that he could seduce me, a scholarship student, within a month.

He staged a grand public confession that became the campus spectacle.

I took the expensive bouquet of roses from his hands.

Then tossed them straight into the nearest trash bin.

Clearing my throat, I began my performance.

"Funny thing. Your buddies already told me everything."

"Instead of wasting time with this charade, maybe you should study harder. Next semester's scholarship might actually go to you."

My gaze swept across the circle of privileged onlookers.

Their smirks still plastered across smug faces.

I tilted my head slightly, voice soft but razor-sharp.

"Though I must say... it's amusing how eagerly you all whispered his 'glorious achievements' to impress me."

"But—"

A deliberate pause as I met each pair of eyes.

"I have zero respect for men who betray their brothers."

"So. No thanks."

Silence descended like a guillotine.

The heirs' smiles froze mid-sneer.

Suspicious glances darted between them like poisoned arrows.

Standing at the epicenter, my heart was glacial.

Yet the corners of my lips curved ever so slightly.

Oh, the sweet irony.

You thought your web of wealth and privilege was unbreakable?

Let me teach you a lesson.

About self-inflicted destruction.

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Samuel Klein's smile froze the moment his scheme was exposed.

He spun around, glaring at the so-called friends behind him.

"I treated you like family, and this is how you play me?"

His voice simmered with suppressed rage.

The accused shifted uncomfortably, their faces paling.

"I call her a country bumpkin every day—you think I'd actually want her?"

"Don't look at me! My taste isn't that bad."

Samuel's gaze locked onto me, demanding answers.

"Tell me. Who's really behind this?"

I sighed softly and patted his shoulder.

"More than one person wants to hurt you. If I named them all, you wouldn’t be able to handle it."

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

Leaning closer, I lowered my voice.

"Pretend you don’t know. Brotherhood matters more than some girl."

Then I turned and slipped away.

Truthfully, I’d been watching them for a while.