The Gold Digger Tester

After my so-called best friend, Asher, "tested" my twentieth girlfriend and exposed her as a gold digger, I finally caved to my family’s demands. I agreed to an arranged marriage for the sake of business, flash-marrying the wealthy heiress Bianca Blackwell.

At a party not long after, Asher snatched the half-eaten piece of cake from Bianca's hand. "Bianca, this is way too sweet," he said, his voice dripping with faux concern, a perfect imitation of a caring boyfriend. "It's bad for you. I'll finish it."

When I stepped in, he didn't see anything wrong with his actions. In fact, he looked personally offended. "What's the big deal? I was just testing your wife's character for you. We've been brothers for over a decade. You don't actually think I'm interested in your wife, do you?"

Before, I might have believed him.

But I've been reborn.

I grabbed the cake from the table and shoved it right in his face. "What kind of character do you have that gives you the right to test anyone else's?!" I snarled. "You're nothing but my family's chauffeur's son, so stop playing the prince! I bet you've not only got your eye on my wife, but you've already figured out how to climb into her bed!"

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