Boyfriend gives 500 monthly, I'm a 5m-in-debt gold-digger.

During my internship in college, due to the special nature of my position, I did not receive any salary but instead had to pay an academic placement fee to the company.

It was my CEO boyfriend who, against all odds, arranged a small apartment for me and threatened to give me $500 a month for living expenses.

My colleagues all envied my good fortune, so I worked even harder.

Until Damien Blackwood went on a business trip and I had appendicitis while working overtime and was sent to the hospital.

As soon as I got off the ambulance, I saw him and a woman, naked, being sent to the emergency room.

I thought I was hallucinating because of the pain and didn't think much about it.

But when I came back to the company after being discharged from the hospital, he threw a miscarriage notice in my face:

"Scarlett Rossi, how can you be so shameless? I provide you with food and shelter, but you are not satisfied and you cheat on me?"

"Do you think I don't give you enough money, or do you think I don't give you enough love?"

Looking at the familiar face of the woman next to him looking down on me, I instantly realized that he was cheating on me and was trying to turn the tables on me.

I told him frankly that I had an appendectomy and I didn't hide it from him because I was afraid that he would feel sorry for me and implicate my colleagues who were working overtime with me.

But he showed me pictures of me fooling around with other men, wanted to break up with me, and asked me to pay him 5 million in emotional damages compensation for the past three years.

I generously transferred $500 to him and said sarcastically:

"Then break up. This $500 is my share of the money for you two dogs!"

He thought I was going to default on my debt, so he angrily hired a top lawyer to settle the score with me.

After checking the accounts, his face turned green.

"Scarlett, who are you calling a bastard? You cheated on me and you slandered me and Chloe, is that funny?"

"She's just my godsister, can you please stop having such dirty thoughts?"

I was furious when I found out he had betrayed me.

He also asked for too much from me, and I couldn't stand it anymore:

"You and your mistress were hospitalized for emergency treatment. I was too lazy to point it out. If you want to break up, just be generous. I won't pester you. But you came and blamed me and asked me to pay 5 million. I didn't call the police and accuse you of blackmail. It's all good!"

"I haven't moved into the small apartment you arranged for me yet. We have been sharing the expenses in our relationship for all these years. You threatened to give me living expenses but it was just talk. If you insist on quarreling with me, then I won't save face for you!"

He was so furious that he simply didn't believe that he hadn't spent any money on me.

He took out his phone, opened the bank app, and read out the monthly expenses one by one:

"Let's not even count the fact that I saved your life. Just look at what you bought with my card during our relationship. In the past six months, you've been sucking half a million dollars from me every month like a vampire! You won't stop until you've used up all your credit limit!"

"Do you really think I wouldn't notice every time you use the credit limit?"

"We've been together for three years, and I've been so sincere to you, but you won't even let me kiss you on the mouth. I thought you were innocent, but it was all fake! How much money did someone give you to get you pregnant?"

Without waiting for my rebuttal, he switched on the printer, printed out the bills for the past six months and circulated them among his subordinates.

After reading it, they all gasped and looked at me in disbelief:

"Scarlett, your spending power is comparable to that of a moneyeating beast!"

I grabbed the bill, took a quick look, and pointed at the two latest amounts.

"I did spend these two $199, but I gave you $500 in cash last month. The rest has nothing to do with me."

Seeing that I didn't admit it, Damien looked at me with a sneer as if he had heard a big joke:

"Scarlett, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. The card is in your hand, and the items are all highend luxury items for women. I have already called the bank to consult, and the signature is all your name. How dare you do it and not admit it?"

"Although we are not married, I have already considered you my wife. Even if you spend money like water, I can support you. But you actually had a child with another man behind my back. Do you think you deserve it? If I really want to include emotional damages compensation, even if you give me 10 million, it won't be enough!"

I picked up the photo on the ground and found that it was Alexander and I who were photographed walking on the street with our arms around each other.

I took out my phone screen saver and asked him:

"When I go shopping with my brother, it's called fooling around. Then what about the dirty things you do with your mistress?"

"Since you want to calculate emotional damages compensation, then first return to me the original price of all the gifts I gave you during our three years of relationship!"

He stared at my screen saver, casually checked the order amount of highend luxury goods that amounted to tens of millions, and was completely amused.

"Scarlett, I'm too lazy to expose you. You're such a poor dog, but you insist on using yourself and Manhattan's Crown PrinceP as screen savers. How much horse piss did you drink to think he's your brother?"

"You gave me those noname goods, and I asked the aunt at the scrap yard to collect them. I even paid her $100 for the errand!"

"To put it bluntly, if I hadn't supported you, you would have to make a living by collecting waste. How dare you ask me to return the money?"

No wonder I never saw him wearing those custommade clothes and watches I gave him. It must be because he didn’t know the value of them and just threw them away as waste!

I didn't want him to feel inferior, so I begged the master not to leave his logo on the gift.

If my brother knew that the oneofakind gift he begged me to give him but I refused to give him ended up being wasted, he would probably chop Damien to pieces immediately.

I was so angry that the wound hurt and my voice changed:

"Damien, it doesn't matter if you are blind and don't know the goods, just pay the money!"

I am an ordinary girl, and I actually called the president Damien blind. Of course, no one believed me.

My colleague, who already despised my cheating, kicked my abortion form aside and looked at me with even more contempt:

"Mr. Blackwood, it's a good thing you discovered her true identity early, otherwise she would have been running after you sooner or later!"

"This kind of fickle gold digger should be fired immediately! Otherwise, the company may be contaminated by her and become a source of infection!"

Everyone immediately pinched their noses and moved away from me with disgust.

Chloe Davenport saw this and a smug look flashed in her eyes. She was worried and wanted to make an appointment for Damien to see a doctor:

"Damien, you have the most contact with her, go get a full body checkup right away, if she has any disease and transmits it to you, that's it..."

Damien got goose bumps all over his body and scolded me after the appointment:

"Scarlett, for the sake of our past friendship, you have to return the 5 million to me and send that adulterer to jail for rape. Otherwise, if we really break up, you will have to fail the internship assessment!"

Everyone thought I would choose the former.

I said calmly:

"You're a scorer, but don't even think about making any money!"

Seeing my bad attitude, everyone gasped.

Chloe couldn't wait to add fuel to the fire:

"Oh my god, what's so good about that adulterer that he made you abandon Damien who loves you so much? Are you worthy of his sincerity?"

"Or is it because that man is richer than Damien that you decided to abandon your three years of love?"

"If that person loves you, he won't let you have an abortion! Don't let yourself be deceived and sold, and then come back crying and begging Damien to care about your life or death..."

No matter how she slanders me, I have never done anything wrong to Damien.

On the contrary, he should not cry and beg for my forgiveness when the time comes!

"Damien, since you have a lover, let's part ways amicably. You should return the gift I gave you at its original price, and I will not give you a penny less of the academic placement fee I owe you."

"As for the internship assessment, you can write whatever you want. I don't care."

The line of companies willing to accept me as an intern was so long that it could circle Manhattan.

But if my brother knew that I was dating a scumbag, Damien would be in big trouble.

I took a screenshot of the purchase order for his gift and sent it to the group.

He then transferred the $2,000 academic placement fee to the finance department and left.

He looked at those gifts worth millions of dollars, his face darkened, and he grabbed my wrist:

"Who on earth is that man that made you not even care about your graduation internship?"

"How much money he gives you a month, I'll give you double!"

Before I could answer, a colleague exclaimed:

"Mr. Blackwood, the shirt Scarlett gave you seems to be a handmade work by a top Italian master..."

Damien was so shocked that he let go of my hand and looked at me with complicated eyes:

"So you sold your body for me?"

He really takes himself too seriously. I sneered:

"If Mr. Blackwood is touched, return my hardearned money to me!"

He quickly took out his cell phone and contacted the aunt at the scrap yard.

I was too lazy to watch the show, so I left without looking back.

I thought that if he had any conscience, he would realize how wrong he was after knowing that those things were unique treasures.

Unexpectedly, he made a series of lifethreatening phone calls to me in the middle of the night.

When I didn't answer, he went crazy and sent me countless 60second voice messages yelling at me:

"Scarlett, are you crazy? If you really love me, you should give me your first time instead of auctioning your virginity!"

He kept asking me whether I loved him or money, and as long as I answered, he would return the money.

It seemed that he already knew that the things I gave him were very valuable, and it sounded quite shocking.

I had a hunch that he was setting me up, so I didn't bother to pay attention to him and just turned off the phone and went to sleep.

Unexpectedly, just because I didn't answer this question, he spread the news that I was a gold digger on the Internet.

He took the intimate photos of my brother and I from behind and searched the world for an adulterer.

They also spread rumors that I auctioned myself off as an item in an underground auction house for money.

For a while, the shameful photos of me lowering myself to be auctioned went viral on the Internet.

Netizens called me shameless and said I had given up my selfrespect for money.

Some people even dug out my information, contacted the school, and asked them to expel me!

What’s even more outrageous is that many boys who I don’t even know exposed me on the campus forum that I could actually get it for $100.

With photos and screenshots of the red envelopes, it’s hard not to believe it.

Public opinion was overwhelming, and netizens even asked the principal how he could award a scholarship to a student with such bad character as me.

The principal had no choice but to call me and ask me to return the scholarship I had received for four years of college.

Faced with this dilemma, I chose to call the police directly.

However, because the IP address that spread the rumor was finally shown to be overseas, it was impossible to trace the source of the rumor for a while.

I knew all this had something to do with Damien, but he actually had the nerve to come to me.

I held back my nausea and answered the phone. His anxious voice came through:

"Scarlett, come to the hospital right now! If you come and help me, I won't break up with you or pursue your cheating!"

"As long as I'm still your boyfriend, those rumors will fall apart, you won't have to return your scholarship, and you'll graduate with honors!"

"But if you don't help me, don't blame me for being rude!"

I was wary that he was setting up another trap to harm me, so I refused.

He doesn't know that the bigger the public opinion, the sooner my family will find out, and the good days of those who want to harm me will be over!

Unexpectedly, ten minutes later, his bodyguards broke down my door and took me to the hospital.

Damien's bodyguard pushed me into the blood transfusion room and ordered the nurse to draw blood immediately.

I couldn't struggle free and could only watch my blood being drawn away as my vision went dark.

In a trance, I saw Damien running hurriedly to the VIP ward with two bags of blood.

"The patient's corpus luteum ruptured and hemorrhaged heavily. Fortunately, there was a matching blood source..."

The doctor's words came through intermittently, and then I understood why they kidnapped me.

It turned out that this couple had gone too far again and were admitted to the hospital, and my blood type happened to match Chloe's.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from Damien:

"Scarlett, thank you for saving Chloe. I don't care that you had someone else's baby die in your belly. Let's start over."

I was so angry that I was shaking all over and fainted.

After staying in the hospital for a night, the doctor let me go home.

The moment I opened the door, I felt like I was struck by lightning.

The priceless Northern Song Dynasty Ru kiln vase in the living room is gone!

It was my twentieth birthday present from Alexander, and there are only three left in the world.

I staggered towards the study, and sure enough, the landscape painting by Zhang Daqian on the wall was nowhere to be seen.

After turning on the surveillance camera, I found out that Damien, while I was in the hospital last night, broke into my house with his bodyguards.

They swept through every room like bandits, and Damien even smiled smugly at the camera:

"Scarlett, I knew you loved me, but I didn't expect you would prepare so many surprises for me!"

"Although these things are high imitations, I don't mind!"

Trembling, I dialed 110 and sent a message to Alexander's private lawyer at the same time.

Any one of those antiques is worth tens of millions, enough to keep Damien in jail for life!

When he saw me bringing the police to his house, he was stunned at first, then he smiled and asked me:

"Scarlett, what are you doing? We're getting married soon, is there anything wrong with me helping you move?"

"Who is your fiancée?"

I interrupted sharply, "We've broken up! You're burglarizing!"

Damien calmly took out a photo of us from the past and handed it to the police:

"Officer, we are just a couple having a quarrel. I bought all those luxury items for her."

He pointed to those precious antiques and said with a solemn oath:

"As for those, they were all fake goods that she bought with my money. I bought them with my own money, and now I'm moving them into my wedding house. Isn't that illegal?"

Before I could say anything, Damien picked up the only fake item in my house and continued to attack me:

"Look at this glaze color, it's obviously a cheap imitation, it's probably not worth even $50 at a street stall. In fact, I made her angry, so I secretly helped her move and gave her a surprise. It's all my fault."

He admitted his mistake very well and even took out a diamond ring, knelt down in front of the police and admitted his mistake and proposed marriage.

The police believed it and quickly left after receiving an emergency call.

I vaguely heard that there seemed to be a murder, and I couldn't stop the police from rescuing people.

But the account with Damien must be settled.

I slapped the diamond ring off his hand and said coldly:

"Have you had enough of acting? If you have, return those things to me! Otherwise, you will spend the rest of your life in jail!"

Damien saw that I didn’t know what was good for me, so he got angry and threw a sponsorship agreement in front of me:

"Scarlett, how many people did you hook up with to afford these highquality replicas?"

I was about to retort when his assistant suddenly exclaimed:

"Mr. Blackwood! How come this porcelain looks so much like the one Manhattan's Crown Prince bought at a Hong Kong auction! I heard it was a gift for his beloved!"

The air froze instantly.

Damien seemed to have thought of something, snatched my phone and smashed it to the ground.

"Scarlett! I think you are really crazy! You dare to covet Manhattan's Crown Prince! Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Why would anyone like you?"

"If Alexander knew that you copied the gift he gave to his lover and photoshopped a picture of yourself and him with their faces together as your screensaver, you would be dead!"

Lawyer Alexander already knows about Damien's burglary. I guess Alexander will come to support me soon.

I don't want to hide it anymore, so I'll just say it:

"Manhattan's Crown Prince is my brother, and the Ru kiln vase was photographed for me!"

Damien's expression froze.

The assistant took a breath and whispered:

"Mr. Blackwood, she is so arrogant, could there be some misunderstanding? And this Ru kiln vase... seems to be real."

His face turned livid, and he turned to his assistant and yelled:

"Go check who Alexander's sister who has never been seen is right now!"

Then he turned to the golden lawyer who had just arrived:

"Attorney Reed, I need you to help me do the math! Scarlett betrayed me multiple times during our relationship, so I'll pay her $500,000 for each time!"

"Damien, don't bother looking. I know Alexander's sister!"

Chloe shows up in a hospital gown.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, she took out a photo from her phone:

"Damien, don't be fooled by her! Alexander's sister and I are good sisters. Alexander even recognized me as his godsister. Look, this is our photo."

I took a glance and couldn't help laughing.

The person in the photo is clearly my nanny's daughter Mia, and Chloe is obviously photoshopped in.

"You've been exposed, and you still have the nerve to laugh?"

I pointed at the girl in the photo and said calmly:

"She's my nanny's daughter. If you're going to pretend to know my brother, at least do your homework first."

Chloe rolled her eyes when she heard that and played another video.

In the picture, my brother was indeed hugging Mia's shoulders and calling her sister affectionately.

My heart was shocked. This was the scene when Alexander comforted Mia when her father passed away last year.

Chloe waved her phone triumphantly, like a rooster that had won a battle:

"What do you have to say now?"

"You dare to pretend to be Alexander's sister, Scarlett, you are hopeless!"

Her eyes suddenly glued to the diamond ring in Damien's hand, and her eyes instantly turned red:

"Damien, do you really want to marry this fickle gold digger?"

Damien hesitated for a few seconds:

"Chloe, she and I are each other's first love. Even if I don't marry her, I can't bear to see her fall into depravity..."

Chloe seemed to be stimulated, staggered and grabbed the Ru kiln vase:

"If you don't believe me, I'll call Alexander's sister right now to confirm!"

After the call was connected, she deliberately turned on the speakerphone.

Mia's voice came:

"You mean the vase? Of course it's here with me, but I'm not at home now, so I can't show it to you..."