After Plastic Surgery, I Married Into Wealth

The Princess of Capital Society was a complete love-struck fool.

To elope with a poor student.

She slashed my face and threatened me with my parents lives:

As long as you get plastic surgery to look like me and marry the Capital Scion in my place, Ill spare your parents.

As I desperately resisted, bullet comments suddenly floated across my vision:

[Princess Sweetheart is so naive! She and the poor student will encounter a tsunami during their elopement. Not only will the princess be utterly lost, but shell also lose her protagonist status!]

[The Capital Scion is the real male lead, but the princess is choosing this poor student side character.]

[What a lucky break for this passerby whose face got slashed. If she agrees to the surgery, she can replace the princess and marry into a wealthy family for a good life!]

I clutched my bloody, mangled face and made an immediate decision:

Take me to get the surgery now. I promise to imitate you perfectly, ensuring no one sees through the disguise.

Since she was handing me immense wealth on a silver platter.

Then I wouldnt be polite.

My words made the bullet comments explode:

[No way, is this passerby named Fiona really that bold? Shes actually daring to replace the princess in an arranged marriage?]

[If anyone finds out Fiona is an impostor with plastic surgery, their whole family will surely die horribly.]

Well then, Id just have to work hard to ensure no one discovered my deception.

I asked the princess, Stella Song:

Just plastic surgery wont be enough. What if someone finds out Im a fake and drags you back?

As Stella frowned,

I seized the opportunity to suggest:

How about you train me properly? Teach me your mannerisms, your fashion style, familiarize me with your hobbies, friends, and family, and so on.

As long as you can make me imitate you flawlessly, 360 degrees, itll be foolproof.

Stella immediately agreed:

Lets do as you say. There are still three months until the arranged marriage, so while youre recovering from surgery, I can properly train you.

Once my objective was achieved, she unlocked the chains on my parents:

Fiona, if you had agreed earlier, your family wouldnt have had to suffer so much.

At this point, my parents were covered in blood and barely clinging to life.

Yet, they continued to beg Stella:

Spare Fiona, please

Stella kicked them disdainfully:

Its a blessing for low-class people like you that I chose Fiona as my stand-in. You should be thanking me.

I knelt beside my parents, a fierce hatred surging within me.

Just because my eyes, height, and voice bore an eighty percent resemblance to Stella.

Stella had mercilessly targeted me.

My family was dirt poor. My parents had no relatives and raised me by scavenging.

Stella wanting to torment us was easier than crushing an ant.

Thankfully, these bullet comments appeared.

They made me change my mind in time, saving my parents lives.

As I lay on the operating table,

The bullet comments were still wailing:

[Can the princess hurry up and come to her senses? The Capital Scion is a rich, handsome, powerful CEO! I dont want to see Fiona snatching this opportunity!]

A rich, handsome, powerful CEO? Thats perfect.

I endured the excruciating pain of bone shaving and flesh grinding, closing my eyes in anticipation.

From this moment on, I would no longer be the pitiful Fiona.

I would replace the love-struck Stella Song and become the true Princess of Capital Society.

The Capital Scion she didnt want to marry, I would.

The good life she refused, I would live in her stead!

The next day, Stella began an intense training regimen for me.

I was on the racetrack at eighteen. You need to get your drivers license now, then spend three hours every day practicing your driving skills.

Your country accent is absolutely dreadful. Hurry up and perfect your standard English and common language. If you embarrass my father in a big setting, Ill kill you!

Do you understand dining etiquette? Do you understand the rules of high society? Have you never had a manicure?

As Stella lectured, she started losing her temper:

Im very particular about everythingfood, clothing, housing, travel. You reek of poverty; how could you possibly imitate me?

I humbly placated Stella:

I can do it! Even if I dont sleep, Ill study diligently according to your demands.

I knew the gap between Stella and me was vast.

But I wasnt afraid.

I forced myself to sleep only two hours a day.

Besides practicing driving and standard English, I started learning English and financial knowledge from scratch.

I also devoured fashion magazines, memorized all the designer brands, and followed online videos to learn etiquette.

With immense willpower and determination.

A month later.

I successfully got my drivers license, my standard English became fluent, and the timidity in my eyes diminished considerably.

Stella was very pleased with this:

I didnt expect you to be so serious. Lets move on to the next stage.

She brought stacks of documents and photos:

This is my familys lineage. You must recognize all these relatives. Theyll give me big red envelopes during holidays. If you mistake anyone, youre dead.

These are important business partners of the Song family. You need to flatter all of them perfectly, or my parents will be unhappy.

These are the details and background of my fianc. Study them carefully and handle him for me.

I stared at the photo of the Capital Scion, Arthur Verdi, setting a goal for myself.

As long as I secured this man and bore him a few children.

Even if someone discovered my true identity in the future.

With the children as my trump card, I could at least ensure my life and my parents lives.

As for my parents, they hadnt received any medical treatment since they were beaten last time.

Stella kept a close watch on me, not allowing me to care for them at all.

I could only occasionally sneak back to bring them some medicine and food.

Dont worry, once I become Stella Song, Ill make sure you live a good life.

For my sake and my parents.

I was incredibly motivated, wishing I could utilize every hour of the day.

As the scabs on my face gradually fell off,

The poor student couldnt help but worry:

Fiona looks too much like you after the surgery. What if she takes advantage and replaces you, stealing your assets?

The bullet comments were also anxious:

[Side character, hurry and warn the princess! This Fiona looks malicious; her diligence clearly shows she wants to take over!]

[Can someone tell the princess shes going to die in a tsunami? Im practically dying of anxiety!]

Stella was unconcerned:

Cant I handle a trash picker? Dont worry, I have a plan.

She grabbed my neck, her voice sinister:

Im giving you an account number. Once youre in my family, all the money and wedding dowry my family gives you, you must transfer to me.

If I find out youre pocketing my money, Ill immediately return, expose your identity, and make sure your entire family dies a miserable death!

With that, she pushed me away and, linking arms with the poor student, smiled sweetly:

From now on, the trash picker will continuously send us money. We can travel the world and be happy together!

I feigned agreement.

But inwardly, I couldnt stop sneering.

If Stella knew she would soon die, and I would completely replace her

I wonder if she would still be smiling?

Soon, as all my surgery wounds healed.

My every word and action took on the air of a wealthy young lady.

I learned skincare and makeup, learned how to dress fashionably, and how to put on airs and act spoiled.

I could recognize every relative and friend around Stella.

I knew the companys executives and subordinates even better than Stella did.

At this point, the wedding date was approaching rapidly.

Stella couldnt wait to put me into practice:

Tonight, my family is formally meeting the Verdi family to discuss the wedding. Youd better perform well!

The bullet comments were still clinging to hope:

[I hope Fiona makes a ton of mistakes tonight and gets exposed as a fake. That way, our princess still has a chance.]

[Fiona still has poverty etched into her bones. Arthur Verdi will definitely notice it. Im waiting to see Fiona make a fool of herself.]

The bullet comments werent optimistic about me.

But I proved them wrong.

From driving home and playfully charming Mr. and Mrs. Song, to helping myself and Mrs. Song choose dresses and makeup

Throughout the entire process.

No one in the Song family questioned my authenticity.

If I could pass the Song familys test, I had even less to worry about with the Verdi family.

Before leaving, Mrs. Song asked me, worriedly:

Daughter, have you completely broken up with that poor student?

You were throwing tantrums about canceling the engagement before, and now youre suddenly so cooperative. Are you plotting something again?

I imitated Stellas tone, lifting my chin haughtily:

Mom, cant you have a little faith in me? No matter how much I act out, I know how to handle important matters. I wouldnt die of anger over some poor student, would I?

Besides, Arthur Verdis looks are pleasing to my eye, so marrying him wont be a loss for me.

My sweet, coquettish, and clever demeanor would make the real Stella Song bow in defeat.

It brought a relieved smile to Mrs. Songs face.

You truly are my good daughter. Heres five million; go buy yourself a new car.

As soon as the money hit my account, I transferred it to Stella.

Stella expressed her satisfaction and told me to perform well that night.

When I sat down at the dinner table,

Knowing Arthur Verdi was constantly observing me, I deliberately acted indifferent to him.

During the meal, I was extra careful, avoiding all the foods Stella wouldnt touch.

It wasnt until the conversation turned to the wedding budget that Arthur Verdi initiated a conversation with me:

My current budget is eighty million. Ms. Song, do you have any thoughts on this?

I sneered, a disdainful curl to my lips:

Eighty million to buy off a beggar? I spend more than eighty million on fireworks. If you want to marry me, please show the highest level of sincerity.

My arrogant, overbearing demeanor, as expected, made Arthur Verdi narrow his eyes in appreciation:

Alright, then Ill plan the wedding with a budget of five hundred million, with no upper limit.

I slammed my hand on the table petulantly:

Sit closer, how are we supposed to discuss details from so far away?

I want the best designer to create my wedding gown; I wont wear it unless its fully encrusted with diamonds.

Arthur Verdi smiled knowingly and moved to sit beside me.

The bullet comments gasped:

[Fiona really imitated her to perfection! Neither the Song family nor the Verdi family noticed Fiona was a fake. What if she really marries Arthur Verdi?]

[Can the princess please punish Fiona properly? I think this ugly duckling genuinely wants to snag Arthur Verdi.]

The Verdi family was extremely pleased with me, immediately transferring an advance payment of ten million for the dowry.

As soon as the meeting ended, I transferred the money to Stella.

Fiona, you did quite well tonight. It was practically indistinguishable from the real thing.

I thought Stella had lowered her guard.

But then her face suddenly changed, and she slapped me hard:

Remember your place. A fake is a fake; it cant become real.

Your purpose in living is to marry in my stead, and then transfer money to me to save your parents pathetic lives.

With that,

She actually dragged my parents out again.

In front of me, she brutally broke one of my fathers legs:

If I find out youre trying to replace me, Ill cripple the remaining three limbs of your parents!

Amidst my parents screams,

I wiped away my tears and, humiliated, bowed my head to her:

Ill do whatever you ask. I will never covet what doesnt belong to me.

Stella threw her identification documents at me, then took mine, and began preparing her elopement plan.

Through the bullet comments,

I learned that she and the poor student had arranged a smugglers boat and secured a house abroad.

Meanwhile, following Stellas instructions,

I converted her valuable bags and jewelry into cash and transferred it all to her account.

During this time, I also relentlessly paved my own way.

Whenever I returned to the Song family residence, I would secretly collect strands of Stellas hair, for future unforeseen needs.

The bullet comments grew more anxious:

[The more I look at this Fiona, the less she seems like a good person. I feel like the princess is raising a tiger.]

[If only the princess had checked the weather forecast before setting her itinerary, she could have avoided the tsunami!]

I counted down the days to the elopement, my heart pounding with excitement.

As soon as Stella got on the boat and died in the tsunami,

I would no longer have to live in constant fear.

I seized every opportunity to get close to Arthur Verdi.

However, Arthur Verdi was an inscrutable man.

One day, he even said to me:

Ms. Song, youre not quite what I imagined.

I used coquetry to mask my panic, asking him what he meant by that.

From my investigation, you were once madly in love with a poor student, even considering breaking off our engagement for him.

What changed your mind and made you agree to marry me?

I scoffed, feigning disgust:

Can we please not bring up that destitute ex-boyfriend? How unlucky! Or do you have a cuckold fetish?

Arthur Verdi stared at me meaningfully:

Since you despise your ex-boyfriend so much, Ill keep an eye on him for you, ensuring he never bothers you again.

I suppressed my inner panic, simply assuming Arthur Verdi was joking.

In our subsequent interactions, I occasionally brought up the poor student, just to prevent Arthur Verdi from becoming suspicious.

After a few more agonizing days, it was finally the day of Stellas elopement.

As planned, I stayed at Arthur Verdis place that night.

I intended to take advantage of the situation to seal our relationship, while the bullet comments were live-streaming the elopement process.

[It makes me so angry to see Fiona kissing and hugging Arthur Verdi! Shes here with a rich, handsome guy, while the real princess can only secretly elope by boat.]

[Sigh, the princess has finally boarded the boat of no return. The tsunami is approaching, and my protagonist is just gone]

Seeing the bullet comments announce that Stellas boat had set sail,

The huge rock in my heart finally settled.

After tonight, I would be the real Stella Song!

No one would ever harm my family again, and I wouldnt have to be anyones dog anymore.

Only endless wealth and glory awaited me in the future.

I suppressed my inner excitement, about to continue my intimacy with Arthur Verdi.

Suddenly, his assistant frantically knocked on the door:

Mr. Verdi, its bad! That poor student eloped with Stella Song! Someone saw them boarding a ship bound for overseas!

My body stiffened, and I completely lost my composure.

I had calculated a thousand things, but I never accounted for this.

Arthur Verdi wasnt joking; he really was watching that poor student!

If Arthur Verdi decided to dig deeper, I would definitely be exposed!

By then, not only would all my efforts be in vain,

But our family of three would also face a gruesome end

Just as I was in a state of frantic panic,

Arthur Verdi looked at me, confused, then opened the door to question his assistant:

Are you sure that the woman who eloped is my fiance, Stella Song?

Yes! I received photos!

Arthur Verdi took the phone, and his expression instantly froze.

The next second, he fiercely gripped my hand:

If that woman who eloped is Stella Song, then who are you?

My heart leaped into my throat.

At the same time, bullet comments scrolled wildly before my eyes.