Revenge on My Gold-Digger Ex

Chapter 3

Not long after, two bodyguards stepped in front of me. "Miss, what do you need us to do?"

I lazily pointed at the two unwelcome guests sitting in my living room.

"Throw them out."

Amy's face twisted as she finally realized I wasn't bluffing.

"Selina, if you dare do this today, don't even think about marrying my son! Even if you beg me later, I won't allow it!"

I laughed so hard I almost wiped away a tear.

"Who the hell do you think your son is? You really think I need him?"

I flicked my wrist, and the bodyguards moved in.

Amy shrieked as they grabbed her and Liam. "Selina, you ungrateful bitch! My son wasted two years of his life on you! You owe him! You need to compensate him for his lost youth!"

I smirked.

The money I spent on Liam could've bought me a hundred male models, hotter, more considerate, and way bigger than him.

Liam clung to me even as he was being dragged out. "Selina, forget the black card! Just don't break up with me! I need you!"

What he meant was, he needed my money.

Without me, how was he supposed to keep up his luxury lifestyle?

Even after getting tossed out, Liam and Amy refused to leave. So I had their belongings packed up and dumped outside. Then, I called property management. Within the hour, security hauled them off.

But Amy? That woman lingered.

She hung around the villa for days, telling anyone who would listen that she used to be my nanny. Even worse, she went around publicly announcing that I had dated her son, spinning some sob story to make herself look like a victim.

I had no idea what nonsense she was feeding people, but soon enough, my neighbors started giving me weird looks.

A few days later, a post popped up on the school forum.

A giant black background with bold red letters screamed: "SELINA, GIVE THE BLACK CARD BACK TO LIAM!"

The post accused me of stealing Liam's black card. Said I was a gold digger. That I was sleeping around with multiple guys.

To make it even juicier, he attached “intimate” photos of me with different men, badly photoshopped, so fake it was almost funny.

But my classmates? They believed it.

The stares. The whispers. The judgmental looks.

Like I cared.

I didn't waste time. I immediately contacted our company's IT engineers and gathered proof of Liam's slander.

Once I had the receipts, I went straight to find him.

And there he was, leaning against my car, arm draped around a long-haired girl.

Cathy. His devoted little admirer.

A couple of his loser friends hovered nearby, probably hyping him up like he was some big shot.

When Liam saw me, he didn't even look guilty. If anything, he looked smug.

His lackey, Tom, immediately puffed up his chest like a damn attack dog.

"Selina, give the black card back to Liam! Do you even know how much he's worth? How dare you steal from him?!"

I let out a slow, amused chuckle.

"Steal? Oh really? And where's your proof?"