The Girl Who Stole My Boyfriend Is About to Marry a Billionaire, So I Stole the Billionaire Chapter 12

The Girl Who Stole My Boyfriend Is About to Marry a Billionaire, So I Stole the Billionaire Chapter 12

The comments were going crazy: 

[This is so sweet. Why can’t I see what happens next?] 

[In the original story, it took ten years for the female lead to 

tell him she wasn’t disgusted. Emily did it in one month.] 

[The female lead? Who’s that? I only care about this couple 

now. Happy ending.] 

I thought we’d overcome all the obstacles. 

I thought I could finally live my rich wife fantasy. 

But the original story had a strong pull. 

At a business event, we ran into Victoria again. She walked right up to Sebastian and said, “I had a dream. You burst into that hotel room and begged me to marry you.” 

My heart tightened. I held onto Sebastian’s arm. 

Sebastian patted my hand and looked at her coldly. “Dreams are usually the opposite of reality, Ms. Sinclair.” 

Victoria murmured, “Are they? But it felt so real. I wake up laughing every night.” 

“I don’t understand. At your birthday party when we were kids, I heard your mother call you disgusting. You begged her to hold you, and she wouldn’t.” 

“After that, I always thought you were disgusting too. But my family wanted me to marry you. Why would I jump into the same fire your mother jumped into? I found a pretty boy and 

cheated so I could escape.” 

“I got what I wanted. So why do I feel so empty? In my dreams, you spoil me like crazy. You get nervous if I even cry.” 

“And your blue tail… in my dreams, it’s not disgusting. I 

almost want to touch it.” 

Victoria reached for Sebastian’s face. 

Sebastian moved behind me. “Ms. Sinclair. I’m a married 

man.” 

I stepped forward to block her. “Ms. Sinclair, what are you doing? There’s no such thing as do overs.” 

Victoria smiled bitterly. “Maybe I do regret it. You can have Jason back. Just divorce Sebastian.” 

“You’re crazy. Keep dreaming.” 

I grabbed Sebastian’s arm. “Let’s go. If you look at her one more time, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” 

Sebastian looked hurt. “I wasn’t looking at her.” 

“She was looking at you. That’s your fault.” 

Sebastian sighed and smiled. “Whatever you say, Emily.” 

We left the event early. 

The comments were split: 

[Is the story finally going back to the original?] 

[Shut up. Can’t you see he’s already whipped?] 

[Jason went to Victoria for money and her brother broke both his legs. He’s in the hospital with no one to take care of him. Who wants to trade for that?] 

[Exactly. What would she trade for? A lifetime of wiping his bedpan? No thanks.] 

Wait. Jason’s legs were broken? 

I laughed. Suddenly, I felt much better.