During my internship in college, due to the special nature of my position, I did not receive any salary but instead had to pay an academic placement fee to the company.

It was my CEO boyfriend who, against all odds, arranged a small apartment for me and threatened to give me $500 a month for living expenses.

My colleagues all envied my good fortune, so I worked even harder.

Until Damien Blackwood went on a business trip and I had appendicitis while working overtime and was sent to the hospital.

As soon as I got off the ambulance, I saw him and a woman, naked, being sent to the emergency room.

I thought I was hallucinating because of the pain and didn't think much about it.

But when I came back to the company after being discharged from the hospital, he threw a miscarriage notice in my face:

"Scarlett Rossi, how can you be so shameless? I provide you with food and shelter, but you are not satisfied and you cheat on me?"

"Do you think I don't give you enough money, or do you think I don't give you enough love?"

Looking at the familiar face of the woman next to him looking down on me, I instantly realized that he was cheating on me and was trying to turn the tables on me.

I told him frankly that I had an appendectomy and I didn't hide it from him because I was afraid that he would feel sorry for me and implicate my colleagues who were working overtime with me.

But he showed me pictures of me fooling around with other men, wanted to break up with me, and asked me to pay him 5 million in emotional damages compensation for the past three years.

I generously transferred $500 to him and said sarcastically:

"Then break up. This $500 is my share of the money for you two dogs!"

He thought I was going to default on my debt, so he angrily hired a top lawyer to settle the score with me.

After checking the accounts, his face turned green.

"Scarlett, who are you calling a bastard? You cheated on me and you slandered me and Chloe, is that funny?"

"She's just my god-sister, can you please stop having such dirty thoughts?"

I was furious when I found out he had betrayed me.

He also asked for too much from me, and I couldn't stand it anymore:

"You and your mistress were hospitalized for emergency treatment. I was too lazy to point it out. If you want to break up, just be generous. I won't pester you. But you came and blamed me and asked me to pay 5 million. I didn't call the police and accuse you of blackmail. It's all good!"

"I haven't moved into the small apartment you arranged for me yet. We have been sharing the expenses in our relationship for all these years. You threatened to give me living expenses but it was just talk. If you insist on quarreling with me, then I won't save face for you!"

He was so furious that he simply didn't believe that he hadn't spent any money on me.

He took out his phone, opened the bank app, and read out the monthly expenses one by one:

"Let's not even count the fact that I saved your life. Just look at what you bought with my card during our relationship. In the past six months, you've been sucking half a million dollars from me every month like a vampire! You won't stop until you've used up all your credit limit!"

"Do you really think I wouldn't notice every time you use the credit limit?"

"We've been together for three years, and I've been so sincere to you, but you won't even let me kiss you on the mouth. I thought you were innocent, but it was all fake! How much money did someone give you to get you pregnant?"

Without waiting for my rebuttal, he switched on the printer, printed out the bills for the past six months and circulated them among his subordinates.

After reading it, they all gasped and looked at me in disbelief:

"Scarlett, your spending power is comparable to that of a money-eating beast!"

I grabbed the bill, took a quick look, and pointed at the two latest amounts.

"I did spend these two $199, but I gave you $500 in cash last month. The rest has nothing to do with me."

Seeing that I didn't admit it, Damien looked at me with a sneer as if he had heard a big joke:

"Scarlett, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. The card is in your hand, and the items are all high-end luxury items for women. I have already called the bank to consult, and the signature is all your name. How dare you do it and not admit it?"

"Although we are not married, I have already considered you my wife. Even if you spend money like water, I can support you. But you actually had a child with another man behind my back. Do you think you deserve it? If I really want to include emotional damages compensation, even if you give me 10 million, it won't be enough!"

I picked up the photo on the ground and found that it was Alexander and I who were photographed walking on the street with our arms around each other.

I took out my phone screen saver and asked him:

"When I go shopping with my brother, it's called fooling around. Then what about the dirty things you do with your mistress?"

"Since you want to calculate emotional damages compensation, then first return to me the original price of all the gifts I gave you during our three years of relationship!"

He stared at my screen saver, casually checked the order amount of high-end luxury goods that amounted to tens of millions, and was completely amused.

"Scarlett, I'm too lazy to expose you. You're such a poor dog, but you insist on using yourself and Manhattan's Crown PrinceP as screen savers. How much horse piss did you drink to think he's your brother?"

"You gave me those no-name goods, and I asked the aunt at the scrap yard to collect them. I even paid her $100 for the errand!"

"To put it bluntly, if I hadn't supported you, you would have to make a living by collecting waste. How dare you ask me to return the money?"

No wonder I never saw him wearing those custom-made clothes and watches I gave him. It must be because he didn’t know the value of them and just threw them away as waste!

I didn't want him to feel inferior, so I begged the master not to leave his logo on the gift.

If my brother knew that the one-of-a-kind gift he begged me to give him but I refused to give him ended up being wasted, he would probably chop Damien to pieces immediately.

I was so angry that the wound hurt and my voice changed:

"Damien, it doesn't matter if you are blind and don't know the goods, just pay the money!"

I am an ordinary girl, and I actually called the president Damien blind. Of course, no one believed me.

My colleague, who already despised my cheating, kicked my abortion form aside and looked at me with even more contempt:

"Mr. Blackwood, it's a good thing you discovered her true identity early, otherwise she would have been running after you sooner or later!"

"This kind of fickle gold digger should be fired immediately! Otherwise, the company may be contaminated by her and become a source of infection!"

Everyone immediately pinched their noses and moved away from me with disgust.

Chloe Davenport saw this and a smug look flashed in her eyes. She was worried and wanted to make an appointment for Damien to see a doctor:

"Damien, you have the most contact with her, go get a full body check-up right away, if she has any disease and transmits it to you, that's it..."

Damien got goose bumps all over his body and scolded me after the appointment:

"Scarlett, for the sake of our past friendship, you have to return the 5 million to me and send that adulterer to jail for rape. Otherwise, if we really break up, you will have to fail the internship assessment!"

Everyone thought I would choose the former.

I said calmly:

"You're a scorer, but don't even think about making any money!"

Seeing my bad attitude, everyone gasped.

Chloe couldn't wait to add fuel to the fire:

"Oh my god, what's so good about that adulterer that he made you abandon Damien who loves you so much? Are you worthy of his sincerity?"

"Or is it because that man is richer than Damien that you decided to abandon your three years of love?"

"If that person loves you, he won't let you have an abortion! Don't let yourself be deceived and sold, and then come back crying and begging Damien to care about your life or death..."

No matter how she slanders me, I have never done anything wrong to Damien.

On the contrary, he should not cry and beg for my forgiveness when the time comes!

"Damien, since you have a lover, let's part ways amicably. You should return the gift I gave you at its original price, and I will not give you a penny less of the academic placement fee I owe you."

"As for the internship assessment, you can write whatever you want. I don't care."

The line of companies willing to accept me as an intern was so long that it could circle Manhattan.

But if my brother knew that I was dating a scumbag, Damien would be in big trouble.

I took a screenshot of the purchase order for his gift and sent it to the group.

He then transferred the $2,000 academic placement fee to the finance department and left.

He looked at those gifts worth millions of dollars, his face darkened, and he grabbed my wrist:

"Who on earth is that man that made you not even care about your graduation internship?"

"How much money he gives you a month, I'll give you double!"

Before I could answer, a colleague exclaimed:

"Mr. Blackwood, the shirt Scarlett gave you seems to be a handmade work by a top Italian master..."

Damien was so shocked that he let go of my hand and looked at me with complicated eyes:

"So you sold your body for me?"

He really takes himself too seriously. I sneered:

"If Mr. Blackwood is touched, return my hard-earned money to me!"

He quickly took out his cell phone and contacted the aunt at the scrap yard.

I was too lazy to watch the show, so I left without looking back.

I thought that if he had any conscience, he would realize how wrong he was after knowing that those things were unique treasures.

Unexpectedly, he made a series of life-threatening phone calls to me in the middle of the night.

When I didn't answer, he went crazy and sent me countless 60-second voice messages yelling at me:

"Scarlett, are you crazy? If you really love me, you should give me your first time instead of auctioning your virginity!"

He kept asking me whether I loved him or money, and as long as I answered, he would return the money.

It seemed that he already knew that the things I gave him were very valuable, and it sounded quite shocking.

I had a hunch that he was setting me up, so I didn't bother to pay attention to him and just turned off the phone and went to sleep.

Unexpectedly, just because I didn't answer this question, he spread the news that I was a gold digger on the Internet.

He took the intimate photos of my brother and I from behind and searched the world for an adulterer.

They also spread rumors that I auctioned myself off as an item in an underground auction house for money.

For a while, the shameful photos of me lowering myself to be auctioned went viral on the Internet.

Netizens called me shameless and said I had given up my self-respect for money.

Some people even dug out my information, contacted the school, and asked them to expel me!

What’s even more outrageous is that many boys who I don’t even know exposed me on the campus forum that I could actually get it for $100.

With photos and screenshots of the red envelopes, it’s hard not to believe it.

Public opinion was overwhelming, and netizens even asked the principal how he could award a scholarship to a student with such bad character as me.

The principal had no choice but to call me and ask me to return the scholarship I had received for four years of college.

Faced with this dilemma, I chose to call the police directly.

However, because the IP address that spread the rumor was finally shown to be overseas, it was impossible to trace the source of the rumor for a while.

I knew all this had something to do with Damien, but he actually had the nerve to come to me.

I held back my nausea and answered the phone. His anxious voice came through:

"Scarlett, come to the hospital right now! If you come and help me, I won't break up with you or pursue your cheating!"

"As long as I'm still your boyfriend, those rumors will fall apart, you won't have to return your scholarship, and you'll graduate with honors!"