Betrayed Heiress: His Public Downfall

For seven years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build my boyfriend Derek' s career from the shadows.

I designed his award-winning buildings, fixed his mistakes, and waited for the proposal he promised.

But at the airport, instead of a ring, he handed me a box of pistachio macarons and ran off to comfort his "fragile" assistant.

He smiled, thinking he was being romantic.

He had completely forgotten that I am deathly allergic to nuts.

That box wasn't a gift. It was a death sentence wrapped in a silk ribbon.