"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!"

"But if you don't help me, don't blame me for being rude!"

I was wary that he was setting up another trap to harm me, so I refused.

He doesn't know that the bigger the public opinion, the sooner my family will find out, and the good days of those who want to harm me will be over!

Unexpectedly, ten minutes later, his bodyguards broke down my door and took me to the hospital.

Damien's bodyguard pushed me into the blood transfusion room and ordered the nurse to draw blood immediately.

I couldn't struggle free and could only watch my blood being drawn away as my vision went dark.

In a trance, I saw Damien running hurriedly to the VIP ward with two bags of blood.

"The patient's corpus luteum ruptured and hemorrhaged heavily. Fortunately, there was a matching blood source..."

The doctor's words came through intermittently, and then I understood why they kidnapped me.

It turned out that this couple had gone too far again and were admitted to the hospital, and my blood type happened to match Chloe's.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from Damien:

"Scarlett, thank you for saving Chloe. I don't care that you had someone else's baby die in your belly. Let's start over."

I was so angry that I was shaking all over and fainted.

After staying in the hospital for a night, the doctor let me go home.

The moment I opened the door, I felt like I was struck by lightning.

The priceless Northern Song Dynasty Ru kiln vase in the living room is gone!

It was my twentieth birthday present from Alexander, and there are only three left in the world.

I staggered towards the study, and sure enough, the landscape painting by Zhang Daqian on the wall was nowhere to be seen.

After turning on the surveillance camera, I found out that Damien, while I was in the hospital last night, broke into my house with his bodyguards.

They swept through every room like bandits, and Damien even smiled smugly at the camera:

"Scarlett, I knew you loved me, but I didn't expect you would prepare so many surprises for me!"

"Although these things are high imitations, I don't mind!"

Trembling, I dialed 110 and sent a message to Alexander's private lawyer at the same time.

Any one of those antiques is worth tens of millions, enough to keep Damien in jail for life!

When he saw me bringing the police to his house, he was stunned at first, then he smiled and asked me:

"Scarlett, what are you doing? We're getting married soon, is there anything wrong with me helping you move?"

"Who is your fiancée?"

I interrupted sharply, "We've broken up! You're burglarizing!"

Damien calmly took out a photo of us from the past and handed it to the police:

"Officer, we are just a couple having a quarrel. I bought all those luxury items for her."

He pointed to those precious antiques and said with a solemn oath:

"As for those, they were all fake goods that she bought with my money. I bought them with my own money, and now I'm moving them into my wedding house. Isn't that illegal?"

Before I could say anything, Damien picked up the only fake item in my house and continued to attack me:

"Look at this glaze color, it's obviously a cheap imitation, it's probably not worth even $50 at a street stall. In fact, I made her angry, so I secretly helped her move and gave her a surprise. It's all my fault."

He admitted his mistake very well and even took out a diamond ring, knelt down in front of the police and admitted his mistake and proposed marriage.

The police believed it and quickly left after receiving an emergency call.

I vaguely heard that there seemed to be a murder, and I couldn't stop the police from rescuing people.

But the account with Damien must be settled.

I slapped the diamond ring off his hand and said coldly:

"Have you had enough of acting? If you have, return those things to me! Otherwise, you will spend the rest of your life in jail!"