The Real Fiancée

The next day, Brianna actually came to training.

Tina nudged me.

“Why is the imperial concubine training with us peasants today?”

I smiled.

Before long, Brianna suddenly turned pale and dropped to her knees, retching.

The instructor hurried over.

Our counselor arrived too, looking complicated rather than worried.

“Brianna,” she said, “you don’t need to train right now. Come to my office. Someone is here for you.”

Before Brianna could ask who, a woman appeared at the field entrance.

Expensive suit.

High heels.

Cold eyes.

Victoria Zhao.

Jason’s fiancée.

I had met her at the engagement banquet.

She built her own company from nothing and had the kind of presence that made people straighten their backs.

Unfortunately, she was also deeply, tragically in love with Jason.

She walked up to Brianna and slapped her.

The sound cracked across the field.

“You little mistress,” Victoria said. “You dare steal my man and come to my future in-laws to force marriage?”

The counselor gasped and tried to stop her.

In the chaos, Brianna collapsed, clutching her stomach.

Someone screamed,

“She’s bleeding!”

The field fell into panic.

An ambulance came.

Brianna was taken away.

Tina stood beside me, stunned.

“Was that the real fiancée?”

“Yes.”

“How do you know?”

“She’s my cousin’s fiancée.”

Tina slowly turned to me.

“Your cousin? I thought Brianna’s boyfriend was Guotai’s general manager.”

“He isn’t.”

Tina’s eyes narrowed.

“And you know Guotai because…”

I sighed.

“Because the actual general manager is my brother.”

Tina froze.

Then grabbed my arm.

“My roommate is the richest heiress in the city?”

“Please lower your voice.”

She did not.

News spread faster than cafeteria gossip.

Brianna never returned to school.

Her parents took her home after learning about the pregnancy and the scandal.

Victoria still married Jason one month later after he cried, swore, apologized, and performed the world’s most pathetic loyal-puppy act.

But Jason never returned to Guotai.

Victoria took him home and turned him into a full-time househusband.

As for me, I continued university as usual.

Military training still hurt.

The cafeteria still tasted bad.

Tina still whispered “richest heiress” whenever she wanted me to buy drinks.

And every time someone mentioned Brianna’s dream of marrying into wealth, I remembered her face when she realized the “CEO” was never real.

Some girls chase crowns.

Some girls borrow crowns.

And some girls learn too late that the crown was plastic from the beginning.