The 100 Billion Heir Shocked Everyone After Being Ridiculed

When I showed up for gym class, I noticed my classmates looking at me with strange expressions.

The teacher allowed us to form groups, but no one wanted to be paired with me.

Even the few girls who had been friendly with me now looked at me with disdain and disgust.

Confused, I grabbed one of the girls by the arm and asked, "What's going on? Why is everyone acting like this?"

As soon as I touched her arm, she screamed and shoved me away.

"Get away from me! I don't want to catch any of your dirty diseases from a girl like you who can't keep her dignity!"

Fury flared inside me. I was about to fire back when a familiar voice cut through the tension.

"Lillian."

The voice belonged to my boyfriend, Lawson Pirelli, whom I'd been dating for a month.

I turned around with a smile, my anger subsiding a little.

But when I saw the look of disgust on Lawson's face, my smile froze.

Lawson was a year older than me. When I first started university, the upperclassmen rushed to help me with my luggage, all except Lawson, who stood aside with a cool indifference.

I noticed he was different from the rest.

After spending six months together, I realized I had feelings for him and confessed.

To my surprise, he moved past his previous aloofness and agreed to date me.

During our relationship, he was attentive and sweet, like any guy in the throes of new love.

But now, he was looking at me with such cold, contemptuous eyes as if I had committed a heinous crime.

I looked at Lawson, bewildered. Before I could ask what was wrong, he sneered and said in a mocking tone, "Lillian, I thought you were some rich girl, but it turns out it's all an act. You're even willing to sell yourself for money. I really misjudged you. I thought you were a pure and kind girl, but I guess I was blind. You've let me down."

Hearing those words, I almost laughed.

"Materialistic? How am I materialistic?

"If I were materialistic, would I even be with you?"

Though I had feelings for Lawson, Elodie had always disapproved of our relationship because Lawson came from a poor background. She wasn't being snobbish but rather worried that someone from a humble origin might not meet my expectations later on.

Despite her warnings, I was so infatuated that I insisted on being with him.

To preserve his pride, I paid for almost everything during our dates.

In the month we'd been together, I'd only had a cup of lemonade he bought and one meal from a street vendor, totaling fifty bucks.

His birthday gift to me was a handmade craft from a DIY kit he bought online.

At the time, I didn't see anything wrong with it. I was just touched by Lawson's efforts.

Although he was poor, he was ambitious and hardworking. I believed he'd have everything I had eventually, just not yet.

I never expected that the words my friend often joked about would turn out to be true. "Spending money on a man? Bad luck for three years. Feeling sorry for him? Bad luck for a lifetime."

Our confrontation quickly drew a crowd.

Glancing around, I saw my "good" roommate, Jennifer, among the spectators.

Her provocative stare, combined with the memory of a recent video call with my mom, suddenly made me understand why everyone had been looking at me strangely.

Seeing that I remained silent, Lawson sneered and continued with contempt, "How can you even claim you're not materialistic? If you weren't, why do you flaunt all these designer brands? You're broke, yet you're pretending to be some high-flying socialite."

"Your family might be just some smelly fishmongers, but here you are, acting like a big spender at school. Doesn't that make you sickening?

"Someone like you, wanting to stay with me? I must've been blind to agreeing with your confession and wasting so much time and effort. Just looking at you now makes me feel nauseated.

"The biggest regret of my life is agreeing to date you."

As I listened to Lawson's cruel words, my heart sank.

Regardless of whether the rumors were true, as my boyfriend, his first move should've been to stand by my side and uncover the truth, not to blindly side with gossip and join in the public shaming.

I thought, How did I ever fall for a man who lacked both trust and responsibility?

I felt like I must've been bewitched.

The crowd was overwhelmingly in Lawson's corner, including some friends who used to be close to me. Now, they seemed eager to see me humiliated.

They had once been my sycophants, eager to do anything for a scrap of my attention.

But now, when I faced trouble, they were quick to turn their backs, almost reveling in my misery.

It was true—trouble really did reveal the true nature of people.

Realizing this, I suddenly felt a sense of relief.

I looked at Lawson, his face twisted with anger, and emotionlessly pulled out my phone. I transferred him a hundred dollars.

"Lawson, let's break up. In the month we've been together, I've spent fifty bucks from you. I'm sending it all back now.

"To be honest, this amount is shit to me.

"You don't need to return the excess. Consider it a fee for cleaning up your filthy mouth. I hope you stay far away from me and don't bother me again."

Laughter erupted from the crowd behind me. Amid Lawson's stunned disbelief, I walked away with my head held high.

I didn't want to stay a second longer, afraid it might taint my eyes and ears.