She Dumped The Real Heir For A Fake

It started with a utility bill for a house I hadnt stepped foot in for months.
The notification on my phone was absurdan overdue electricity notice for the lake house in upstate New York. I found it strange, unsettling enough that I changed my flight to Europe, deciding to drive up and check on the property before leaving the country.
I pulled into the long, winding driveway, the gravel crunching under my tires, only to find the place blazing with lights. And it wasnt just lights. My driveway was packed with cars, and the house was filled with faces I recognized. My old college crowd.
I walked through the open front door, unnoticed in the chaos. And there, in the center of the living room, under the custom chandelier Id picked out, my fiance was locked in a passionate embrace with my high school nemesis.
Before I could even process the air leaving my lungs, he saw me.
He pulled away from her, keeping a possessive arm around her waist, and sneered. The look on his face was pure, distilled contempt.
"This is a private party, Liam. Not a place for a loser like you. Get the hell out."
My fiance, Serena, didn't even look embarrassed. She just looked annoyed, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
"Stop stalking me, Liam. We were just having fun, okay? Youre broke. A guy like you could never handle a woman like me."
I felt a dry, humorless laugh bubble up in my chest. I didnt say a word. I just turned my back on them, pulled out my phone, and dialed 911.
"Yes, hello. Id like to report a break-in. There are intruders in my home."
1
The moment I stepped out of the car, I heard the bass thumping. I actually checked the deed on my phone just to make sure I hadnt lost my mind. But no, this was my address. These people were partying in my house without my permission.
I pushed open the heavy oak doors. It was exactly as I feared. A full-blown rager. Under the shifting colored lights, I realized I knew almost everyone here.
What the hell was going on?
Why were people I hadn't seen since graduation drinking expensive scotch in my living room?
Just as I was about to shout, to demand an explanation, the crowd erupted into a chant, drowning out my voice.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
I followed their gaze. In the center of the room, on a small raised platform, a man and a woman were blushing, laughing, and then, spurred on by the cheers, they kissed. deeply.
The sight turned my blood to ice. I couldn't breathe.
The man was Brody Vance, the guy who had made my life a living hell in college. And the woman... that was Serena. My girlfriend of two years. The woman I had just proposed to.
I stood there, trembling with a rage so cold it burned. The guests, oblivious to my presence, were gossiping loud enough for me to hear.
"See? A goddess like Serena belongs with a rich guy like Brody."
"I heard Liam was still chasing after her. Sad, really. He never stood a chance against Brody."
"Why even mention him? Liams a nobody. Hes dirt poor. He doesnt deserve her."
"I thought Serena and Liam were dating, though? Weird that shes suddenly all over Brody."
2
The gossip died down as a few people finally noticed me standing in the foyer. They pointed, stammering.
"Liam? What... what are you doing here?"
Internally, I scoffed. Thats the question I should be asking you.
Their faces soured, likely remembering the insults theyd just hurled at me a few seconds ago. But Im not one to hold a grudge over petty gossip. Not when there was something far more shattering happening right in front of me.
Technically, I shouldnt have been here. If everything had gone to plan, I would be settling into a first-class seat right now, heading to the Swiss Alps to spend the holidays with my family.
But right before I left for the airport, I got that text. Electricity overdue. My first thought was that the contractor had left the heated floors running.
I dont care about the moneythe bill was negligiblebut my parents raised me to respect resources. Waste nothing. Since the estate was somewhat on the way to the airport, I changed my ticket to a later flight and drove up.
I bought this place years ago but had never lived in it. The renovations were only finished two months ago.
I had planned to air it out, maybe bring Serena here for her birthday after the holidays. I was going to give her the keys as an engagement gift. It was going to be the moment I finally told her the truth: I wasn't just a mid-level employee. I was the heir to a multi-billion dollar legacy.
I never imagined she would break in before I could give her the keys. Or that shed be playing "Lady of the Manor" with Brody Vances help.
I was lost in the betrayal, my face grim, when Brody grabbed a microphone. He signaled for the spotlight to swing toward me.
"Well, look who the cat dragged in! Our old buddy Liam. What are you doing crashing my party? I dont recall sending you an invite."
3
I frowned, the irritation rising in my throat like bile. "You didn't invite me, but this is my"
"Home." The word never made it past my lips. Brody cut me off, his voice booming over the speakers.
He grinned, that same arrogant, punchable grin from ten years ago. "Since I didn't invite you, you must have some nerve showing up here. My house smells like money, Liam. It doesn't mix well with your desperate, poverty-stricken scent."
He stepped closer to the edge of the platform. "Or maybe... maybe after all these years, you finally grew up. You realized money is the only thing that matters. Are you here to beg? Did you finally regret snitching on me back in school? Are you here to be my lackey?"
Brody and I were from different worlds. Sophomore year, he tried to buy me off. Five hundred bucks to help him cheat on finals so he wouldn't flunk out. I took the cash as evidence, went straight to the Dean, and reported him. He got suspended. I became his target.
His harassment got so bad I eventually transferred to a university in Europe. Id only been back in the States for a few years when I reconnected with Serena.
I shook my head, my voice steady. "If I had to do it a hundred times over, Id still report you. I dont help cheaters."
Brody rolled his eyes. "So stubborn. I know your type, Liam."
"You're just a small-town striver. You think reading books and following rules can beat three generations of wealth. Then you hit the real world and realize... all that studying just makes you a qualified servant for people like me."
He laughed, a cruel, barking sound. "But hey, Im a generous guy. I dont hold grudges against the help. Tell you whatget on your knees, call me 'Daddy,' and lick the mud off my shoes. Do a good job, and I might just give you a chance."
4
The room erupted in laughter. These were the same people who used to follow Brody around campus like lost puppies. Adulthood hadn't matured them; it just made them crueler. They were baying for blood.
"Take the offer, Liam! One 'Daddy' could set you up for life!"
"Kneel down! Don't be an idiot. Swallow your pride."
"Opportunity knocks once, man. Don't let your ego ruin it."
"Brody doesn't hire just anyone. You should be grateful."
I knew better than to argue with a mob. I ignored them, locking eyes with Serena.
"I asked you to come meet my parents," I said, my voice cutting through the noise. "You told me you were going home to visit your folks for the holidays. So why are you here? Is Brody your father now?"
Brody feigned shock, slapping his forehead. "Oh! I get it. Youre not here for the party. Youre here stalking Serena!"
He pulled Serena tighter against him, staking his claim. "Babe, didn't you say you were single? That you only loved me? Why is this loser talking like that?"
Serenas face had been pale since I walked in, but now it twisted into a scowl. She looked at me and practically spat.
"You are so disgusting, Liam. Can't you take a hint? I rejected you nicely, but you had to go and stalk me? How many times do I have to say it? I will never be with a broke loser like you!"
She continued, her voice rising in pitch. "I didn't call the cops because I felt sorry for you. I didn't want to embarrass you. But where do you get this confidence? Why would I ever turn down Brody to go meet your parents? What do they do, work construction?"
"Let me spell it out: Brody is a thousand times the man you are. You aren't even worth the dirt on his shoes. We are done. If you keep following me like a creep, I swear Ill have you arrested!"
5
Brody was beaming. He planted a wet kiss on Serenas cheek. "Thats what I like to hear. A woman who knows her worth."
Serena looked relieved, like she had successfully dodged a bullet, terrified Brody might misunderstand her relationship with me.
It was laughable. Truly.
I thought confronting her might make her feel a shred of guilt. Instead, she dehumanized me, painting me as some obsessed stalker to save her own skin.
The image of the elegant, kind woman I thought I loved crumbled into dust. I felt a flash of deep shame for ever loving her. I wanted to slap myself awake.
Seeing my anger, Brody decided to twist the knife. He signaled to a few of the guysformer linebackers, mostlywho grabbed me and shoved me toward the platform.
Brody leaned down, whispering so only I could hear. "You know what they say about revenge, Liam? Cold. Best served cold. When you snitched on me and ran away, you should have known this day would come."
"I did this on purpose. I knew you loved her. I knew you were her little puppy. So I seduced her. And guess what? Shes smarter than you. The second she realized I had money, she took her clothes off and jumped into my bed."
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I heard you two were taking it slow? 'Platonic'? 'Waiting for marriage'? Man, you have no idea what shes like in the sack. Shes a wild animal."
He wanted me to swing at him. He wanted a reason to have his goons beat me to a pulp.
I wasnt going to give him the satisfaction. I smiled, calm and cool. "Actually, I should be thanking you. You saved me. You showed me shes just a gold digger."
"Because I wasn't her puppy, Brody. And I wasn't stalking her. She pursued me. And the funny thing is... she just said yes to my proposal."

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