the poorest billionaire heiress

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She received the biggest slap when he agreed. "Melissa, I think it's a good idea. Let's date for a week," he said, and her smile bloomed, mixed with shyness and longing, her eyes lighting up in a way Luella hated.

Fuck aristocrats. f**k their families. She has no shame, Luella cursed as the crowd pushed her aside.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" they all shouted at Derrick and Melissa. Luella watched as they kissed — it felt like her feet were glued to the ground as a thousand daggers stabbed her chest.

Was this the promise he made earlier? she asked herself as she turned to leave in shame. She had never been humiliated the way she was today.

She looked back subconsciously. Their eyes met. She couldn't read his expression as she turned to face forward, her eyes welling up.

"Luella." He called her name, making her stop, but she didn't turn to look at him. "I'm sorry," he said, but she kept quiet. Can sorry wipe away the humiliation he just put me through? She wanted to shout it at him, but the words wouldn't leave her mouth.

"Let's break up. We're not a perfect match. You're from a charity organization and I'm from a top family — we're from two different worlds," he added, emphasizing how she was from a motherless home.

She turned to look at him. She wanted to ask him why, but she couldn't, as the crowd laughed at her. She could feel their gazes on her.

She continued to walk without looking at him, her head held straight. She had dignity and pride. She couldn't break down in front of them.

"She's just a charity case. What made her think she deserves Derrick Dawn?" someone in the crowd said as they threw paper at her. She didn't look at them as she walked out of the hall toward her class.

She took her bag before walking out of the school. How could they have the nerve to laugh at me, just because they're from wealthy families? she thought as the tears she had been holding dropped from her face on her way to her dorm.

Orwell University was a prestigious university in the country, attended by children of top families and owned by the three greatest families in the nation. Attending it was her luck.

At Orwell University, without brains and money, you couldn't get in. Brains without money — you couldn't attend. Money without brains — you still couldn't get in. But how she had received the invitation was still something she didn't understand.

She had never dreamed of attending it, but when the invitation landed on her door, Florida, her guardian, told her to accept it.

When she arrived, the place and the people were extremely friendly to her. Maybe they thought she was from some rich family.

Luella walked slowly toward her dorm, her mind foggy, tears rolling down her cheeks in disbelief. Derrick is a gold digger. A cheat, she murmured to herself as she walked to her room.

She was sure of one thing: the whole school already knew about her humiliation. As she walked past, the students all looked at her with whispers.

She entered her dorm, closing the door shut with great force, then collapsed onto her bed with frustration. She stared at the ceiling of the double-decker bed.

Derrick is a bastard, she cursed as fresh tears rolled down her eyes. How could he do this to me? Why? Her tears flowed freely.

Apart from not being wealthy, she wasn't a slacker. Her future was bright — what couldn't she become? Even if her wealth might never match that of Melissa from the Carter family, she could surely make a name for herself, she thought as she closed her eyes.

Melissa and Derrick are a couple now. They're famous. She could hear the gossip from inside, and it made her stomach hurt so much she wanted to cry even more.

"I told you, Derrick and Luella would never match. They're way too different," the voices gossiped, their footsteps growing loud enough for her to hear. "Everyone saw they were never good together, but she was so blind."

"He was showing all the signs that he didn't want her, but she failed to read them and ended up humiliating herself. If I were her, I would have jumped from the highest building," one of them suggested, making Luella press her pillow over her ears, tears falling from her cheeks.

The group of students' voices faded with time. She sat up on her bed. Everything felt like a dream. She couldn't get over it.

"Luella is so pitiful. That guy said a lot of things behind her back, and she still followed him like a fool. I wonder if she's even seen the school gossip forum," they laughed, making Luella reach for her phone.

She knew the school had a gossip forum, but she had never gotten the chance to open it. Today, after hearing them, she opened her phone.

Entering her w******p, she immediately opened the gossip forum. She couldn't believe her eyes — the kind of gossip there. Seventy percent of it was about her, from Derrick.

One line from Derrick on the gossip forum shattered her heart into pieces:

Luella is such a silly fool and loser. I showed her the wrong formula, and she said she understood. Like, God!!! She's damn foolish. I can't wait for her scores to drop so she'll leave this school.

Tears rolled down her eyes as she dropped the phone on the bed.

So Derrick's purpose in dating me was to make me drop out. She had known he was teaching her the wrong formulas, but she'd thought he simply didn't understand them himself. Now it was clear.

How could he? she thought. But her alarm rang, making her wipe away her tears. She immediately got dressed for her night job.

She still didn't know what she was going to do, but she was sure of one thing — she would make him pay for the humiliation.

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