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Connor Rivers’ generosity was undeniable. Such a car cost well over $400,000, yet in our social circle, gifting a luxury vehicle to a fiancée was commonplace. Still, after years of living modestly and cutting myself off from my wealthy Winters family roots, the scale of this gesture felt surreal.
My phone rang, and Connor’s name flashed on the screen. I answered immediately.
“Do you like the car?” His tone was casual, as if discussing a simple lunch rather than an extravagant gift.
“I really like it. Thank you, Con,” I answered gently, running my fingers along the smooth door handle.
His voice softened into a mellow caress. “I remembered you like blue.”
This surprised me. I couldn’t recall ever explicitly telling him about my color preference.
Connor chuckled, the sound warm through the phone. “When I tutored you that notebooks and pens were light blue.” year, all your
The detail stirred something deep within me. Indeed, I had always loved blue, and this particular shade on the Bentley had stunned me at first sight. It was exactly the color I would have chosen myself.
“The moment I saw this car, I thought you’d like it,” Connor continued warmly. “It’s compact, perfect for you.”
“I’ll try driving it later,” I replied softly, touched by his thoughtfulness.
After hanging up, I sat in the driver’s seat, my hands resting on the steering wheel. The interior smelled of premium leather and new car, but it was the emotions swirling inside me that overwhelmed my senses.
I had a license and plenty of driving experience from these past three years, but I had always driven Ethan’s cars-more like a chauffeur than a girlfriend. When Ethan went out drinking, I was summoned to pick him up, regardless of the hour or my own schedule.
I’d heard he once gifted his ex-girlfriend Cassandra a BMW worth over $80,000 right after their breakup. Yet, knowing my work as a lawyer demanded mobility, he never once considered buying me a car.
It was never about the vehicle itself, but about the stark contrast in how he treated me versus how Connor did. To Ethan Grey, my existence never truly warranted such care or respect. This comparison cut painfully deep, exposing just how shabby Ethan’s so-called affection really was.
A surprised shriek suddenly snapped me from my reverie.
“Wow! This car is so beautiful! I’ve always wanted to buy it, but I couldn’t bear to spend the money.”
It was Cassandra’s voice, high-pitched with excitement. Looking out, I saw her and Ethan walking toward the driveway. Cassandra’s gaze was glued to the Bentley, openly coveting it.
Despite being childhood friends with Ethan and their families once being close, her own family’s fortunes had sharply declined in recent years. Her father’s business was failing, and now their only hope was her marrying into the Grey family.
Faced with her dream car, Cassandra greedily caressed the hood, marveling at every inch of the gleaming exterior.
“Ethan, take a photo of me,” she demanded, fixing her hair against the car’s reflective window.
The Bentley’s glass was one-way; inside, I observed the scene as if watching from behind a screen. Cassandra posed dramatically, using the car as her personal backdrop without any awareness that I was sitting inside.
At the height of her self-admiration, I decided to make my presence known. I lowered the window smoothly, our eyes meeting suddenly.
With a sweet smile, I greeted her. “Hello.”
Cassandra froze in shock, her mouth falling open. “Olivia Winters? Why is it you?!”
Her expression shifted rapidly from surprise to confusion to anger. She clearly couldn’t comprehend how I could be sitting in the driver’s seat of such a luxury vehicle.
Just then, Ethan approached, frowning deeply. Without a hint of inquiry about the situation, he immediately assumed the worst.
“Why did you rent a Bentley?” His expression was full of disdain, as if my worth only extended to borrowed luxury.
Cassandra, quickly regaining her composure, sneered. “Miss Winters, renting a car just to pose? A Bentley rental isn’t cheap-it must cost you a month’s income for a single photo, right?”
Ethan’s brow furrowed further, his contempt unfiltered. “Olivia, since when have you become so vain? Renting a flashy car for pictures? Are you crazy?”
Cassandra added mockingly, “Yes, Miss Winters, everyone knows your income. Even if you post those photos, people will only say you’re pretending. Why bother?”
Their immediate assumption that I couldn’t possibly own such a car spoke volumes about how they viewed me. After three years together, Ethan still saw me as someone beneath him, someone who would need to rent luxury items to appear worthy.
“You seem very familiar with renting luxury cars,” I responded calmly. “Is it because you’ve rented them before?”
The smile on Cassandra’s face faltered, her lie exposed. Indeed, she had rented a Lamborghini before-worth over $100,000-to show off in her social circle when her father refused to buy her one.
But now, she clung to her pride. “I don’t need to rent. When I was abroad, I drove a Lamborghini worth much more than this.”
I quirked a brow, seeing through her facade. “Oh? How come I haven’t seen you driving it?”
Cassandra lied effortlessly, her eyes never wavering. “I got tired of it. Those flashy cars aren’t really for women. I recently switched to a Panamera. Maybe I’ll let you take photos with it someday, free of charge.”
Her tone dripped with scorn. Yet I knew that Panamera was a second-hand purchase to keep up appearances, given her family’s financial ruin. The information had come through Connor’s network-he had mentioned it casually during one of our conversations, not to gossip but to warn me about her potential desperation.
Feigning innocence, I teased, “Oh-is that so? You wanted some photos earlier, right? I can lend you this Bentley for a shot.”
Cassandra’s face darkened immediately. “No need.”
Her pride wouldn’t allow her to accept anything from me, especially now that she realized the car might actually belong to me.
On the sidelines, Ethan’s voice pierced coldly once again. “Olivia, why didn’t I realize before how vain you really are?”
(Olivia’s POV)
“Yes,” I replied calmly to Ethan’s accusation of vanity, “because you don’t really know me.”
The truth of my words hung in the air between us. After three years together, Ethan Grey still had no idea who I truly was. The realization should have hurt, but instead, it felt liberating.
I turned to Cassandra with a mischievous glint in my eye. “Miss Evans, really don’t want a photo? If not, I’m driving away.”
Cassandra’s face turned an interesting shade of green with frustration. I could practically see the internal battle raging inside her. The glacier blue Bentley Continental GT was exactly the kind of luxury she desperately wanted to flaunt on social media, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to ask me for anything.
“I don’t care,” she forced herself to say stiffly, her voice tight with barely contained envy.
“Okay then, bye-bye!” I waved cheekily, enjoying this rare moment of having the upper hand.
I stepped on the accelerator, and the powerful engine responded immediately. The blue
Bentley shot forward smoothly, leaving them behind in a cloud of dust. Through my rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of their stunned expressions growing smaller as the distance between us increased.
The satisfaction I felt was petty, perhaps, but after enduring weeks of their deliberate humiliation, this small victory tasted incredibly sweet.
As I drove away, I could still see them in my rearview mirror. Cassandra’s jealousy was palpable even from a distance as she turned to Ethan.
“Ethan, why would you be interested in such a vain woman?” her voice carried faintly on the wind.
Ethan rubbed his brow, a hint of annoyance surfacing on his handsome face. “She wasn’t always like this. I don’t know what’s gotten into her lately, forcing me to marry her and even renting a car,”
His words stung despite my best efforts to remain indifferent. Forcing him to marry me? Is that what he truly believed? The memory of his own proposal three years ago flashed through my mind-how eagerly he had pursued me after Cassandra left for her studies abroad.
Cassandra feigned sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. “She probably feels threatened since I’m close to you. Renting the car must be her way to fit into our circle.”
She clicked her tongue, adding with false pity, “But a rented car is still just rented. In the end, she can only take a few photos before returning it. How pathetic.”
Ethan’s voice carried his clear distaste. “Enough, I’m embarrassed for her.”
He turned and left Cassandra outside the Moonlight Manor, as if distancing himself from the entire farce. Their assumptions about me renting the car rather than owning it spoke volumes about how little they thought of me.
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