Rich Kid Rescue Mission

Can you believe this?

I was just some random fake-sweet girl online, then boom—the richest couple in Rivora City showed up waving fifty million, begging me to be their daughter-in-law.

All because their son—the golden boy who was supposed to have it all—threw everything away simping for some broke school beauty.

"If that tramp actually loved him, fine. But instead, she keeps rejecting him while milking his name for her family."

"Our son's obsessed with that manipulative girl? Then we'll find someone faker. More manipulative. Fight poison with poison."

Yeah... that stung a little.

But a black card with fifty mil? Hard to stay offended. I signed on to "rescue" their hopeless son.

Then I opened the file and laughed.

That tramp? My sister. The same snake I crushed years ago.

The love story between the golden boy Darian Drummond and broke school beauty Chloe Ackley was straight-up legendary.

He had it all, yet spent his days simping. She had nothing, yet acted untouchable—rejecting him a thousand times.

Their drama? Pure soap opera. They even had a fan club.

Everyone was hooked, waiting for Chloe to finally cave.

So whenever another girl dared get near Darian, his fans shredded her online.

On my first day after transferring, I had someone leak the news: I was Darian's fiancée.

The second I walked into class, a bucket of ice water dumped over me. Head to toe, drenched. My hair and mask stuck to my face while the room erupted in laughter.

Chloe drifted in from the hall, wide-eyed and innocent. "Are you okay? They just like me too much, that's why they overreacted. Don't blame them."

One of her tagalongs sneered. "Chloe, you're too sweet. She's obviously here to steal Darian, and you're still worried about her."

A few guys stepped in, blocking me off.

"We dumped the water. Chloe's got nothing to do with it. You try wrecking someone's relationship, don't expect a free pass!"

If it were anyone else, they'd be in tears, sprinting for the exit. I just let out a quiet sigh.

'Seriously, Chloe? Same tired tricks? Cute. Let me show you how a real pro does it.'

With shaky hands and frozen fingers, I peeled off the dripping mask and swept my soaked hair out of my face.

Silence. One beat. Then gasps.

Chloe turned ghost-white.

My eyes went red, lip trembling. "I wasn't trying to ruin anything. Mr. and Mrs. Drummond set up the engagement... I didn't have a choice. Chloe, you don't have to worry. I'm not fighting you for him—I couldn't, even if I wanted to."

I glanced up at the guys still frozen in place, voice low and cracked. "I just wanted to study, make a few friends... but now everyone hates me. What am I even supposed to do?"

Silence.

The same guys ready to throw hands suddenly looked like they'd stepped into a sauna. One of them mumbled, "S-Sorry. I'm Bernard Morris. I'd, uh, be honored to be your friend."

Even