A Life Is Worth Less Than Her Smile

My dad's company has gone bankrupt. Because of that, the debt collectors keep turning up on our doorstep for money. They claim that they will break one of Dad's legs if he doesn't cough up the payment in three days.

I sink down to my knees and beg my ultra-rich boyfriend, Julian Luther, to lend me 500 thousand dollars for the time being just to resolve Dad's crisis.

This is my first time asking for money from Julian.

Julian's brows are drawn together in a frown, but in the end, he still agrees to my request. He tells me that the finance department will transfer me the money in the afternoon.

My attention is glued to my phone the whole day. I keep refreshing my bank account's balance on my banking app. Just like that, I wait from morning till nightfall.

But that's when Julian suddenly goes out of contact. He doesn't pick up any of my calls nor respond to any of my text messages.

Anxiety floods my senses the whole time. I keep telling myself that maybe Julian has something urgent to deal with.

But my need to save Dad's leg triumphs over everything else. Left without a choice, I can only take the jewelry my deceased mom has left for me to the auction house to get them auctioned away.

Unexpectedly, I bump into Julian and his childhood friend, Rachel Bailey, at the auction house.

Julian is quick to dump a huge sum of money just to bid for a painting Rachel wants. Ironically, the final bidding price of that painting is 500 thousand dollars.

It turns out that he has never forgotten about my plight. It's just that my plight is nothing compared to his crush's love for a painting.

"Congratulations, Mr. Luther, for winning the bid for Zack Snow's 'Faraway Mountains' for 500,000 dollars!" the auctioneer called out.

The entire hall erupted in thunderous applause as a spotlight shone on the refined man sitting in the front row.

Julian Luther rose to his feet and personally offered the painting to Rachel Bailey, who was seated next to him.

Rachel's eyes crinkled into crescents as she said, "Thank you, Julian. I didn't expect you to actually bid on the painting just because I casually mentioned that I liked it."

Julian ruffled her hair. "As long as you like it," he said adoringly.

Julian was handsome, and Rachel was beautiful. They were a match made in heaven.

The people around them began to whisper among themselves as they shot envious glances at them.

No one noticed me in the corner, wearing a pair of jeans that had faded from too many washes.

When I couldn't get in touch with Julian, I comforted myself by telling myself that he was simply too busy to pick up my calls. I convinced myself that he was so swamped with work that he had forgotten about me—forgotten how Dad's leg was on the line.

An icy chill settled in my bones