THE BILLIONAIRE'S FAKE FIANCÉE...

Every year in Ravelle, a charity event is held in the community with the purpose of supporting the underprivileged, but most of those who attended are dignitaries from different corners who came only to show off their wealth, network, or take photos.

"Zara! Hurry, we're running late," Amber's voice echoed along the hallway. "We don't want to miss the event, do we?" while looking at herself in the mirror. She wore a white silky-smooth dress, simple and elegant, her hair tied in a bun and used a red bold lipstick ‐ one she reserves for special occasions.

"I'm coming!" Zara responded as she ran towards the door where Amber was standing waiting for her. "How do I look?" She twirled in her glittering black dress with silver straps.

"You look like trouble, let's go," Amber giggled as they both headed out while she locked the door from behind.

As they arrived at the event, the view was breathtaking. "Wow..." Zara whispered with excitement, tilting her head around slowly, making sure to capture every view. It was a large outdoor courtyard in the Ivory Distinct. Different luxurious cars packed at the entrance while photographs and reporters were all around anyone with a recognizable face taking pictures and conducting interviews.

The yard entrance was decorated with balloons and a large banner that read, "Ravelle Hope for Foundation" while soft music played in the background, other foundation banners placed in corners, photo booths, media crew, and of course, clustered voices of the community elites as they clicked glasses and exchanged pleasantries with soft laughter.

"So much for a charity event," Amber said, as she could see through the purpose of the whole setting.

"Amber!" a voice from behind called out. She turned to see who it was, and it was Rina, her closest friend.

She waved at her as she drew closer.

"It's quite a surprise to see you here. Events like this always rub you the wrong way," she said.

Amber gave a soft smile. "Well, Zara wanted to come, and you don't expect she came alone."

They both continued their conversation, walking towards the registration booth. While they were at it, a sudden commotion at the entrance caught their attention. It was between a young woman and one of the event officials.

"You can't come in here looking like this," he said, in a very sharp and stern voice.

"And why is that? It's an open event, and I can dress the way I want," the young woman responded as she tried to squeeze her way through the officials who were already blocking the entrance.

During the struggle, Amber couldn't take it any longer. She hated it to see people in power oppress the less privileged. Before she could think twice, she stepped forward.

"Is this how you treat people you claim to help? Last I checked, this is a community event, and it's open to everyone" she uttered, her tone icy and clear.

The official turned to her, "And who