Stole My Name to Date A Billionaire by Mark Twain 1
My roommate catfished a billionaire using my name.
But sent him her hot-girl pics instead.
So when Manhattan’s golden boy, Grayson Blackwell, found out I was actually 200 pounds?
He bankrupted my family out of sheer spite.
Mom and Dad jumped. I followed.
Then that bitch showed up, fake sobbing.
“Seraphina, babe—Gray proposed!”
“Wish you hadn’t offed yourself so early, whale—having your fat ass as my bridesmaid would’ve made me look SO hot.”
“Honestly? I only used your name ’cause I pitied you.”
“Fat as hell, never been loved. But Gray saw your gross body and got so disgusted he destroyed your whole family… just to punish you.”
“Better luck next life, fatty.”
Plot twist, bitch.
I got that next life.
Three months to get thin. Three months until he sees me again.
This time around? She’s gonna learn the hard way—
Steal someone’s name, pay in blood!
…
“WHAT?!”
“You ordered me a limited-edition Ferrari?!”
A shriek ripped through the dorm.
The other two roommates immediately looked up from their phones.
Kaia was already bouncing on her bed, face glowing with glee and showing off hard.
“Grayson, you’re not messing with me, right?”
She glanced at me, then hit speakerphone on purpose.
Grayson Blackwell’s indulgent laugh filled our tiny dorm room.
“Babe, it’s just a car.”
“I saw it in France and the red just reminded me of you.”
“Give me three months to get back stateside, customs’ll be done. I’ll drive it straight to your dorm myself.”
Call ended.
Beat of silence.
Then the other two exploded.
“Kaia! Grayson actually bought you a Ferrari?”
“Oh my god, you’re living the dream!”
Kaia hopped off the bed, shaking my arm with fake sweetness.
“Seraphina, come with me when I meet him? Please?”
“It’s my first online relationship. I’m scared he’s catfishing me.”
I looked at her face, all innocence and fake worry.
Last life, I fell for this exact act.
Heart softened, I nodded.
And then… paid with my whole family’s lives.
Kaia transferred into our dorm junior year.
She’d just been diagnosed with a rare immune disorder.
The treatment required heavy steroids and supplements—crazy expensive—and the side effects made her balloon.
Her family couldn’t even cover next month’s tuition, let alone the meds.
When the pain hit, she’d just curl up in bed and cry.
I felt sorry and begged my parents.
The Morgans didn’t just cover her tuition and living expenses—we got her early access to Morgan Pharma’s new drug.
This med had minimal side effects and wouldn’t make her fat.
That’s what saved her precious face and figure.
But my kindness hatched a snake.
Senior year, she secretly used my name to date Manhattan’s golden boy, Grayson Blackwell.
She claimed to be the Morgan Pharma heiress, but all the photos she sent was her hot-girl pics.
Last life, same day—she got the call about the car, begged me to go meet Grayson with her.
I said yes.
Three months later.
Grayson pulled up to the campus gates in that Ferrari, just like he promised.
Kaia grabbed my arm, dragged me over all giddy.
But when Grayson called out “Sera!” to her dolled-up face, Kaia acted like a scared rabbit—then pointed at 200-pound me with fake confusion.
“Um, you’ve got the wrong person. She’s Seraphina Morgan.”
Grayson’s face went ice-cold.
He thought I’d stolen Kaia’s photos to catfish him.
And in a rage, he ruined my family.
After my parents and I jumped, Kaia played the crying victim and confessed to Grayson.
“Gray, I was the one dating you online.”
“I was just so insecure. You’re this rich, powerful guy, and I’m nobody—a broke scholarship kid.”
“I was terrified you’d never like me, so I used Seraphina’s name.”
“That day at the gate, I pretended not to know you… just to see if you liked me for me, or for the heiress identity.”
Grayson pulled her into his arms, proposed on the spot.
“From now on, you don’t need anyone’s name.”
“Because there’s no title in this world more prestigious than Mrs. Blackwell.”
What a touching love story.
Built on the corpses of my whole family!
“Sera, why aren’t you saying anything? You don’t wanna come?”
Kaia’s voice yanked me back.
I pulled my arm away without expression.
“Yeah. I don’t.”
Her face twisted. She leaned in, whispering so only I could hear.
“Jealous?”
“Jealous I’ve got Grayson, jealous he’s dropping Ferraris on me while you—Miss High-and-Mighty Morgan Heiress—can’t even get a boyfriend?”
Her eyes glinted with malice.
“Remember when you threw money at me and enjoyed my gratitude? Feels good, right?”
“Now it’s my turn. Seraphina, your pathetic little superiority—gone.”
“Done?” I asked.
Kaia froze, thrown off by my calm.
Before she could respond, I pulled out my phone, calling the butler.
“Theodore, cut off all financial support to Kaia Ashford immediately.”
“Including her meds.”
I looked straight at Kaia’s draining face.
“From this moment on, the Morgans won’t spend another dime on her.”
“Not even one pill.”
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