A New Toy Boy

For months, I chased the frosty, struggling senior, Matthew, from my university, and finally, he was mine. But a simple hand-hold cost twenty thousand, a smile thirty thousand, with no upper limit. He also insisted we keep our relationship private, threatening an immediate breakup if I disclosed it. I readily agreed, happily diving into the romance.

That was until the real heiress arrived to claim her family, and my parents urgently called me back to Stonehaven. Worried about Matthew, I took a private jet back to school that very night. But then I overheard his friends teasing.

Matthew, Evelyn, the fake heiress, is about to be shown the door. When are you going to break it to her?

Awesome, man! The rich girl hangs on your every word. Teach us, bro, howd you reel her in?

Matthews face darkened, a look of pure disgust on his face: That Evelyn, she sees my family struggling and, with her parents money, just has to cling to me.

If she behaves, I can keep playing along with her, but marrying her? Impossible. Her current status isnt good enough for me.

I almost burst out laughing. Oh? So, him getting a hundred thousand every month from me was such a sacrifice?

I turned to leave, but a flippant voice sounded behind me.

A kept man, darling, who cares who pays the bills?

Evelyn, take a look, how do I stack up?

My gaze fell on the newcomer. Just as I was about to speak, Matthew scooped up Willow and rushed out. Willow was cradled in his arms, looking as if she were about to burst into tears. The moment he saw me, he paused. His first words, though, were, "Give me the car keys!"

I was startled. He immediately growled impatiently, "Willow hurt her foot, and her blood clotting isn't good. We need to get to the hospital right away. Let me borrow your car."

I looked down at Willow's ankle, where the injury was barely a scratch. I stifled a laugh. In the six months Matthew and I had been together, he had never shown me such a concerned look. Even when I fainted from period pain, he had only said coldly, "It's just period pain, it's not like you're dying."

I thought he was naturally cold. Turns out, I just couldn't melt this ancient iceberg. I nodded, wisely stepping aside. "Go on, hurry. If you're late, her wound will already be healed."

Matthews face stiffened. He rushed off with Willow in his arms. The light rain veiled them as they leaned against each other, a truly touching sight. And I? I was just an outsider watching the spectacle.

Drenched, I returned home. The moment I pushed open my bedroom door, I saw Willow wearing my pajamas, sitting on my bed. The scent of hawthorn still lingered in the air. Matthew was kneeling at her feet, gently massaging her ankle, his movements so tender you could wring water from them.

My face instantly darkened. The moment Willow saw me, she bit her lip, a look of panic on her face as she hid behind Matthew. "Evelyn, my clothes got wet in the rain..." "Matthew was worried I'd catch a cold, so he lent me your pajamas. If you don't like it, I'll take them off and give them back to you right away." With that, she began to undress, a humiliated expression on her face, super casually revealing the lace trim of her bra. I instantly recognized it as my brand-new lingerie.

"No thanks, I find used things dirty."

I turned, sneering at her. "Willow, are you one of those girls who just loves to wear other people's clothes?"

Willow's face flushed. Just as she was about to speak, Matthew forcefully pushed her back onto the bed. "Evelyn! It's just a piece of clothing! Do you have to be so rude?"

Before I could say anything, Willow was already apologizing profusely, tears welling up in her eyes. Then, she turned and rushed out of the house, claiming she was going to buy me a new pair of pajamas. Matthew's face turned as black as charcoal on the spot. "Evelyn, why are you so petty? Don't you know how to treat a guest?"

I chuckled lightly. "My apologies, I was unaware that entertaining guests involved bringing them to your bed."

Matthew's face flushed crimson, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. He averted his gaze, rushing out after Willow, completely oblivious to my drenched appearance. The bedroom instantly fell silent. Only the messy bedsheets remained, and that nauseating smell in the air. I suppressed a rising wave of nausea and called for the housekeeper.

"Throw everything in this room out!"

Later that night, sleeping in the guest bedroom, I felt a sudden weight on my waist. Matthew embraced me from behind, sighing softly. "Evelyn, I've told you before, Willow and I grew up together, she's like a sister to me. Why are you even jealous of her?"

I remained silent. But he suddenly changed the subject. "Have you settled everything with your family?" "Your adoptive parents... did they give you a hard time? Are they still willing to accept you?" With that, he gently squeezed my hand.

But Matthew's words from the private room at the bar flashed through my mind. My heart grew cold, inch by inch. I couldn't help but say coldly, "They kicked me out. I'm a pauper now!"

The hand on my waist instantly retracted as if it had touched a live wire. The movement was so swift it made me wonder if he thought he was touching a plague. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a muffled tone, "Hmm, it's nothing."

Is that all? I thought with a bitter smile.

The next second, he abruptly got up, coldly stating, "I snore when I sleep, and you don't sleep well. I'll sleep on the sofa." Then he slammed the door shut and went straight to the living room. I couldn't help but let out a cynical laugh. Now that he's confirmed I have no money, he can't even be bothered to pretend? But it doesn't matter. A dog is a dog; you can always get another one.

The next day, I was in the library, reading and waiting for someone. Matthew suddenly pushed a chair back and sat across from me. "Something happened with Willow's family. Her brother borrowed five hundred thousand from loan sharks and needs money urgently. Transfer it to me right now."

I turned my head to look at him, closing my book. "I don't think I'm obligated to pay her debts, am I?"

Matthew's brows furrowed, and he slapped the table. "Willow is my sister, and you're my girlfriend. If you don't help her, where is she going to find that much money?"

Oh, so he knows I'm his girlfriend? Using my money to bail out Willow? Is that what a girlfriend is for?

I was about to suggest we break up when my phone rang; the person I was waiting for had arrived. I curved my lips into a faint smile and spoke calmly, "I have an appointment. I can't help you with this."

Matthew paused. "You won't agree?"

I had always been compliant with Matthew, rarely crossing him. If he didn't want to make our relationship public, I wouldn't. If he didn't like living in a dorm, I'd immediately rent an apartment off-campus. If he didn't like working at fast-food restaurants, I'd arrange a job for him with a thirty-thousand monthly salary. Now, seeing me unmoved, he was furious, practically fuming. He bumped my shoulder angrily and walked away without looking back.

That day, Willow's brother's high-interest loan was paid off. Matthew reportedly emptied all his savings. When I returned home, I found he had sold my bag. I immediately called him, but he just became enraged. "Evelyn, why are you so petty? It was a matter of life and death! How can you not tell the difference between what's important and still be so jealous?" Then he mumbled impatiently. "Fine, since you want a title so badly, I'll make it official at the variety show in a couple of days." He hung up after that.

On the day of the variety show, the auditorium was packed. The lights came on, and Matthew stood on stage, passionately kissing Willow. The audience erupted in applause. He held Willow, his gaze focused and tender.

Matthew had always said he was a germaphobe. He found holding my hand dirty. As for kissing, he said it disgusted him. In the months we had been together, he had never kissed me. Yet, now he was kissing Willow with such intensity, as if he couldn't bear to let go.

I gave a sarcastic smile, rising to leave. But Willow rushed after me, looking as if she was about to cry. "Evelyn, I'm so sorry!" "Matthew and I just got too deep into character, and we couldn't help ourselves..." With that, she licked her lips, still savoring the moment, her eyes full of provocation.

I stared at her coldly. Just as I took a step forward, Willow suddenly stumbled to the ground in terror, letting out a piercing scream. "Evelyn, I already apologized, why did you still push me?"

Matthew rushed over and pushed me to the ground. My leg scraped against the metal of a chair, and I gasped in pain. Matthew's eyes held only fury. "Evelyn, how old are you? How can you still be so unthinking?" "Does tormenting Willow make you feel good?"

"How many times have I told you, Willow is just my sister! If there was anything going on between us, how could I possibly be with you!"

I found it utterly ridiculous. So, in his eyes, I was that unsophisticated? He turned to Willow, his eyes wet, and reverted to his usual tenderness. Someone came to help me up, but he coldly snarled, "Leave her! It's all my fault for spoiling her! Does she really think she's my only one just because we're dating?"

Willow frowned, feigning sincerity. "Matthew, Evelyn seems hurt. Maybe you should take her to see a doctor. Otherwise, she might get angry and actually break up with you!"

"Break up? She's been kicked out of the Stewart family, a useless fake heiress. Besides me, who else would want her?"

Willow immediately leaned on his shoulder, agreeing. "Mmm, alright, alright, don't be angry anymore. The show's over, let's go celebrate!" With that, they left without looking back.

In the infirmary, the doctor frowned at the deep gash on my leg. "Where did you hit it? How did the wound get so deep?" I said nothing. After the medication, I limped out, intending to pay. My phone popped up with a video. It was from Willow. In a bar, Willow was straddling Matthew, kissing him passionately.

"Evelyn, don't be angry, I've already taught him a lesson with my tongue; he'll definitely never do it again!"

If it had been before, I would have stormed to her house and torn into her right then and there. I would have told her that Matthew was mine, and if she dared to flirt with him again, I would end her. Now, though, I just smiled.

Back home, Matthew was slumped on the sofa, reeking of alcohol, and as if it were his right, he told me to brew him some hangover soup. In the past, I would have eagerly complied. But this time, I just calmly said, "Matthew, let's break up!"

Matthew's eyes snapped open, a hidden anger in his gaze. "Evelyn, what do you mean? Are you still being unreasonably jealous?" "How many times do I have to tell you, Willow is my sister!"

"I understand. A sister who can French kiss. A sister who can roll around in bed!" I laughed, a mocking look on my face. Matthew, however, suddenly pinned me against the sofa. "Does one kiss bother you that much? I'll make it up to you!" As he spoke, his lips were about to descend, but I disgustedly kicked him off onto the floor. So, Willow awakened something in him, huh? Kisses are now available in bulk.

"Don't touch me!" He seemed annoyed, holding me even tighter. "Evelyn, what are you so angry about? Just because Willow wore your pajamas and kissed me during the performance?" "If you don't like it, then I'll..."

I cut him off directly. "No, I just simply don't want to continue..." My sentence was interrupted by an urgent knock at the door.

"Matthew, those loan sharks found their way to the school, I'm so scared. Can you let me stay for the night?"

Matthew glanced at me. "Of course, it's so cold, come in quickly!" He walked past me, leading Willow directly into the bedroom, his voice filled with concern. "Look at you, running out dressed so lightly, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" I heard Willow ask, "Evelyn seems unhappy. Aren't you going to comfort her?"

"Comfort her for what? She's head over heels for me; a few sweet words will do the trick."

The next day, Matthew dragged me out of bed. "I promised I'd make our relationship public, and I won't break my word." With that, he took out his phone, ready to post on social media. I instinctively pressed down on his hand. A flicker of surprise crossed Matthew's eyes. I smiled. "I understand your intentions, but I don't need these anymore."

His brows furrowed slightly, a hint of scrutiny in his gaze. He seemed not to understand why I had suddenly changed my mind. After all, in the past, my greatest wish was for him to publicly acknowledge our relationship. Now, none of that mattered to me.

Matthew was about to say something else when Willow eagerly knocked on the bedroom door. "Matthew, time for school!" She tossed her hair, but I immediately spotted the diamond hair clip on her head. My eyes instantly narrowed, and I lunged, grabbing her hair. "Give it back!"

Willow screamed in pain. Matthew stepped forward, roaring angrily, "Enough, Evelyn! Is one hair clip worth this much fuss?"

I glared at Matthew. "My possessions are mine. Who does she think she is to touch them!" That diamond hair clip held special meaning for me. I absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to taint it.

Matthew instantly erupted in a furious rage, shouting vexedly, "Evelyn, do you think you're still the rich young lady you used to be, ordering everyone around? Why are you so overbearing?"

"So what if I'm overbearing! What if I'm not the real heiress of the Stewart family? That's still no reason for her to touch my things!"

No sooner had I spoken than Willow angrily threw the hair clip at me. "Take it! It's nothing special!"

I ignored them, frantically picked up the hair clip, and tucked it into my pocket. Back in my room, I quickly packed my suitcase and left without looking back. Matthew was about to step forward, but Willow stopped him. "Matthew, Evelyn is still angry. If you try to argue with her now, she'll just get angrier."