Unveiling the Truth: My Boyfriend Is a Billionaire

My fiancé was heavily in debt after his business venture failed.

To repay the debt, he and I took on multiple jobs.

Once, while I was doing a driving gig, I took a girl to a hotel for a hookup.

She called her boyfriend while in the car.

"Owen, I'm almost there. Remember to prepare that, and get me a set of clothes."

My heart ached; her boyfriend had the same name as my fiancé!

I thought I misheard until I saw that familiar face through the car window.

He was waving a brand new designer dress and a large pack of Durex at the girl.

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Owen's business venture failed.

His company's cash flow broke, leaving him with a lot of debt.

To repay the debt, I sold my account and the gifts he had given me.

This barely managed to repay more than half of the debt.

But there was still over a million left.

So every day, besides his regular job, he took on private painting commissions after work.

And I started doing driving gigs.

Today, I got a driving gig.

The client asked me to come quickly and offered an extra three thousand as a fee.

I gobbled up the freshly bought donut and took a big gulp of the remaining half cup of milk.

"Didn't you say you didn't have a proper suit to wear? Today I earned three thousand, so I can buy you a suitable outfit!"

I joyfully shared this good news with Owen.

He needed to concentrate when painting, so his phone was usually set to 'Do Not Disturb' all day.

Not responding promptly was normal, but he always prepared meals for me before I got home.

He knew what I liked to eat and would occasionally surprise me with little treats.

Despite the debt, I always felt that as long as we worked together, we could overcome any difficulties.

I quickly got on the bike, my helmet pressing my hair into a layer of sweat, but I dared not slack off.

Riding to Lovelle Road, I saw the client's license plate number.

"Let's go."

I heard the client's voice, which sounded drunk.

I just grunted and immediately followed the route; driving such a luxury car, I had to be extra careful.

So, I drove very slowly.

The client's phone rang, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the car.

"Owen, don't worry, I'm almost there."

Hearing that name, I felt my blood freeze.

It couldn't be, I must have heard wrong.

"By the way, since you asked me to come to the hotel, make sure to prepare everything. I still need to shower later, and I don't want to get pregnant."

The car was eerily quiet, but I heard a voice on the client's phone that I knew all too well.

"Alright, I'll have someone get it ready."

My grip on the steering wheel tightened. A car suddenly appeared next to me, snapping me back to reality.

I couldn't be sure, maybe I had just heard wrong. After all, voices can sound similar.

With a nervous heart, I sped up the car.

Outside the five-star hotel, I put on my mask before getting out of the car, and the client transferred the three thousand to me.

She then turned and waved at a meticulously dressed man at the hotel entrance.

I looked closely and realized that the man in the distance was my fiancé, Owen Scott.

He was waving a designer dress at the client, dressed in a custom-made suit.

Even his shoes were custom-made and expensive.

The young girl ran into his arms, and he laughed joyfully, then took out the contraceptives from the bag and joked with her.

Owen embraced her, not caring about the onlookers, and kissed her passionately.

I didn't know how long I stood there, stunned, watching them walk into the hotel and get a room.

My heart felt like it had been crushed. Every step felt like my feet were filled with lead.