Chapter 3

"Pearl Sterling?"

Blake's eyes darted around, then he suddenly bowed to me. "I-I'm so sorry, so sorry, I had no idea..."

Mrs. Reed let out a sigh of relief. Just then, her phone rang. "Pearl, I still have to prepare for the wedding. If you need anything, just ask Blake."

Mrs. Reed probably figured we'd known each other for eighteen years, and now that Blake knew my real identity, he wouldn't dare pull anything stupid.

With that, she left, apparently reassured.

The moment Mrs. Reed was out the door, Blake's entire demeanor changed.

He pressed down hard on my injured knee, making me shriek.

"Having fun, Autumn Reed? I don't know how you managed to sweet-talk my mom into treating you like royalty..."

"And you dare impersonate the Sterling family's true heiress? If my family hadn't adopted you, you'd still be begging on the streets!"

Scarlett walked in, cradling her belly and pouting. "Blake! Why is a servant living in such a nice room? And she stole my family's necklace!"

"Are you going to let her walk all over me? You should call the police and have her thrown in jail for a few years! Even your mom won't be able to save her then!"

Blake quickly rushed to comfort her.

"Of course not, darling! You're a Sterling. I'll do whatever you say. I've already called the police!"

"Let me tell you something hilarious. She just said her name was Pearl Sterling! How ridiculous. The Sterling family is way out of her league. She's just a servant my mom brought back to serve me..."

He laughed at his own joke, failing to notice that Scarlett, who had been so arrogant moments before, had gone completely pale.

"Blake, she really is just your family's servant, right?"

I was about to say something when Blake, with lightning speed, brutally brought his fist down on my kneecap. I even heard a sickening crack, and my body instantly went limp.

"Of course she is, Scarlett. We're getting married. Why would I lie to you? My mom is already making all the arrangements!"

While Scarlett bashfully looked down, Blake leaned close to my ear, his teeth gritted. "I warned you not to mention our relationship in front of Scarlett."

"Enjoy your few years in prison. I know you didn't steal it; the necklace is a fake, isn't it? But why would you fake hers? You shouldn't have..."

"She's the Sterling heiress. Even if you copy her necklace, you're still just a cheap, low-class fake!"

As he spoke, he noticed the gift list in my hand.

"Scarlett! Come here, look! This is the gift list my mom drafted. The wedding is in three days... In three days, you'll be my wife!"

Scarlett's eyes widened. "Ten mansions, half the shares of all Reed Industries' properties... That's so much!"

It wasn't just Scarlett who was shocked; I was stunned too.

I hadn't looked closely when Mrs. Reed gave me the list, but Foster had incredible nerve—he was practically giving me half of the entire Reed family fortune.

The funniest part was Blake thought it was all for him.

"Of course, marrying you means a powerful alliance between our two families! Soon, Reed and Sterling will all belong to our son!" Blake boasted, completely oblivious.

"You're so good to me, darling. Why aren't the police here yet? I don't want to see this cheap woman!"

I'd barely recovered some strength when I saw them flaunting their affection. I suddenly gagged.

Let them call the police.

When my real parents came to the station to pick me up, everything would be revealed.

Just then, the police burst through the door. "Who called this in?"

Blake dragged me from the bed. "It was her! This is our servant. She stole a huge amount of valuables from my fiancée!"

The ruby ring on my hand slipped, revealing Foster's name engraved on it. Blake's pupils constricted, his expression wavering in disbelief.

"Isn't that Uncle Foster's token? He said it was only for his future wife..."