He Faked Broke, Now He Is

After Jack Prescott claims his family is bankrupt, his girlfriend sacrifices everything to support him. She works grueling hours selling street food for three years, earning permanent scars just to save his family home. However, the truth is far darker. Jack is actually a billionaire who faked his downfall to manipulate her. When she overhears him mocking her loyalty to his wealthy friends, she realizes her love was treated as a game. Now, the debt of his deception must be paid.

Chapters

Chapter 1

The day Jack Prescott's family went "bankrupt," he dumped me on the spot.

"My mom's house is getting auctioned. I don't want you dragged into this."

I actually bought it. Went against my family and stuck by him, slinging street food just to scrape by.

"Don't stress. I'll help you buy it back."

Three years of nonstop work—burn scars up and down my arms—and I finally scraped together a small fortune.

The day we were supposed to sign the papers, I caught him on the phone.

"Jack, you coming back?" some guy asked.

Jack flicked his cigarette, all smug. "What's the rush? I'm still milking this sad little simp. She's totally whipped. It just keeps getting funnier."

All that time, all that love? Just a joke to him.

I just stood there, frozen.

The same guy who used to whisper "Bella, you're amazing" now tossed around "sad little simp" like it was a joke.

My chest caved. The loan papers slipped from my hands and smacked the floor.

On the phone, his buddy cracked up. "Heard she's been frying food nonstop just to save cash for you?"

Jack laughed. "Yup. Arms full of burns and still smiling like a clown. Simps are too easy."

Then the guy dropped his voice. "So, she finally got the money? What now?"

"What's the rush? I'm not done messing with her yet. Way better than racing."

"Dude, you're wild. She basically lives at that joint—why's she not there today? Gave up?"

"She's off handling the loan," Jack snorted. "Down payment's locked."

The guy whistled. "So we're hitting the finale?"

Jack laughed dark. "Nah, once the house's in my name, I'll throw in some fake old tenants, stage a squat, and fake a meltdown. You guys can keep watching the trainwreck."

The other guy lost it. "You're insane! Freakin' genius!"

I staggered back, stomach twisting like I'd been punched.

So the whole bankruptcy thing? Just one big scam.

All those skipped meals, late nights counting coins, working through burn after burn—none of it even mattered to him. Not even as a joke.

Then his friend asked, low, "Jack, you really feel nothing for her?"

Jack laughed, ice-cold. "Feelings? For some cheap girl like her? Not worth it."

"But she did everything for you..."

"She's just dumb."

Click. Call ended.

I stared at the money in my account—and started laughing, tears streaming down my face.

Three years of memories hit me like a truck.

'Bella, come back. I need you.' Jack's voice still echoed in my head.

I'd burned bridges with my family just to end up a punchline.

The bank clerk glanced up. "Ma'am, are you still signing?"

"No, thanks."

I'm not buying the house.

And I'm done with Jack.

Continue to next part

After discovering her husband’s cruel infidelity and the dark lies that defined their marriage, a resilient woman chooses to walk away from the life she knew. Her journey toward healing takes a turn when she crosses paths with a powerful, reclusive billionaire who offers her a chance at true redemption. As she navigates this high-stakes world, she must decide if she can trust again or if the scars of her past will prevent her from finding love.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

After My Fiancé's Betrayal, I Became His Worst Nightmare

9.8

Betrayed by her fiancé on the eve of their wedding, a woman’s world shatters when she discovers his cruel deception. Instead of retreating in silence, she orchestrates a cold, calculated plan to dismantle his life and reputation. As she rises from the ashes of her heartbreak, she transforms into a formidable force he never expected. In this high-stakes game of billionaire power, she ensures her former love faces the ultimate price for his lies.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Ashes in Hand, Divorce in Tow

8.8

During a corporate dinner, the atmosphere turns competitive when the team pressures the top employees to call their significant others. Peggy Madoff, the runner-up to the lead position, eagerly dials CEO Gerard Busch on speakerphone. To the shock of the protagonist, her husband Gerard responds with affection and asks the group to care for Peggy. While the office celebrates the apparent couple, the protagonist hides her identity as Gerard’s wife, drinking in silence as her marriage shatters.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.5

Erased After My Husband Stood Me Up

8.5

After sacrificing a billion-dollar deal for a marriage promise, a woman is abandoned at the registry by her CEO boyfriend. While he claims his absence was due to his first love's sudden amnesia, a social media post reveals their secret wedding. Unbeknownst to him, his betrayal triggered a failure in her secret mission system. With her LitRPG task deemed unsuccessful, she now has only seven days remaining before she is permanently erased from the world.

Billionaire Fantasy LitRPG Modern Romance

8.5

My Husband Traded My Mother’s Life for His Mistress

8.5

On her wedding anniversary, Su Nian’s world collapses when her husband, Lu Jingyan, chooses to save his mistress over Su Nian’s ailing mother. This cold-blooded betrayal leads to a tragic death, shattering Su Nian’s devotion. Consumed by grief and a thirst for justice, she abandons her role as a submissive wife. Now, she is determined to make Lu Jingyan and his lover pay for their cruelty, turning her profound sorrow into a calculated quest for revenge.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Reborn Heiress: The CEO's Revenge Bride

7.2

I lay in the hospital bed, every breath feeling like I was inhaling wet concrete. My husband, Trent, stood by the window, more interested in his reflection in the glass than his dying wife. My sister, Cristi, sat nearby, complaining about how the rain would ruin her expensive shoes on the way to the car. Trent walked to my bedside and brushed a finger against my oxygen tube. "The liver failure is aggressive," he whispered. "But we expected that, didn't we? After all those 'vitamins' you've been taking." I tried to scream, but my vocal cords were paralyzed. Cristi just giggled, telling me not to struggle because they needed my trust fund voting power by midnight. They held up a Do Not Resuscitate order and told me my hand had "signed" it with a little help. "You were a depreciating asset, Cleora," Trent said, his lips cold against my forehead. "Now, you're finally liquidated." As the darkness swallowed me, I saw flashes of my life—my mother’s suspicious car crash, my stolen sketchbooks, and the bitter almond taste in my morning juice. I died in a state of pure, helpless rage, realizing I had been murdered by the only people I ever loved. How could they be so heartless? How could I have been so blind to the monsters living in my own home? Then came the sensation of falling. I sat up with a gasp, my lungs burning with fresh, salty air. The hospital was gone. I was in a luxury stateroom on our family’s charity cruise, three years before my death. I was alive, healthy, and back at the beginning. When a blood-stained billionaire named Clemente Pennington walked out of the suite's bathroom, I didn't run. I looked him in the eye and realized that this time, I wouldn't be the one liquidated. I was going to make them pay for every drop of poison they ever fed me.

Billionaire Modern Romance

He Faked Broke, Now He Is

Chapter 1

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