“Doctor, I really love Nick Jr. With my background, being his lover is already reaching too high, but since he’s promised to marry me, I need to make sure he feels guilty for me forever.”
“Please, just help me! If I fake my death once, he’ll always remember he owes me.”
What a scheme.
She’d fooled Nick, she’d fooled me, and she’d fooled every high–society figure in Lexington.
I’d once asked Nick why he was so taken with Ella.
“I was born a Holt heir. Everyone treats me with respect, but only because of my title. Even you, Mila–if I weren’t the Holt heir, would you have
cared about me?”
At the time, I didn’t know how to answer. If he hadn’t been the Holt heir, there wouldn’t have been any engagement, no shared childhood, no
question of love.
“Only Ella was willing to give her life for me without knowing my identity. How could I not be moved by such pure love?”
He almost had me convinced.
As a high–society heiress, I’d always been cautious and thoughtful. I had to consider my parents, my family–I wouldn’t just give my life for
someone.
We’d all overlooked another possibility.
Even if Nick had been unconscious after the car crash, his tailored sult and Patek Philippe watch would’ve made it clear he came from wealth.
Whether he was the rich son of an elite family, a business mogul, or a group heir, Ella had known from the start.
She’d planned to climb the social ladder from day one.
