Boyfriend Pretends to Be Poor, I Make Him Truly PoorChapter 1
Liam Jameson, my boyfriend, always said he loved me so much he'd die for me. He even threatened to jump off a building just to prove it.
And I bought it, every damn word. I worked my ass off to pay off his debts, dreaming of the day we'd get married and have a place of our own. But to Liam, I was just a toy, something to play with and toss aside. He handed me over to other men like I was nothing, letting them use me however they wanted.
In the end, he wrapped his arm around my best friend, Grace Williams, and shoved me off a building. Just like that—done.
But then I opened my eyes, and I was right back on the day he first confessed his love to me.
"Bella, what took you so long?" Liam's voice cut through the dark, sharp with impatience.
I froze in the doorway, staring at the same guy lounging on my couch—Liam. But he'd just pushed me off a building. How the hell was he sitting there, acting like nothing happened?
I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking. The date showed it was two years ago. That's when it hit me—I was back. I'd been thrown a lifeline, a second chance. And today? Today was where the nightmare started.
It was the day Liam first told me he loved me.
Before all this, Liam was just my tenant. My parents had left me this apartment near campus, and I rented a room to him to help cover costs. Back then, Liam was the talk of the school—handsome, wealthy, and smart, the kind of guy who aced every test without breaking a sweat. Half the girls on campus were obsessed with him.
One day, Grace and I got home to find him passed out in front of my door, wearing a delivery uniform, packages spilled everywhere.
Grace knew him right away and suggested we bring him inside. It was just a quick decision—help out a fellow student, no big deal—so we hauled him in.
When he came to, he clung to my leg, crying like a lost puppy. Liam said his family had gone bankrupt, and he'd been delivering packages just to get by, even though his health was crap.
I felt bad for him and asked why he'd passed out at my door.
He looked up at me with those big, sad eyes, lashes wet with tears, and blushed. "I... I didn't know where else to go. I was lost and scared, so I came here."
"But we don't even know each other."