They Crossed the Wrong Heiress

I had just returned from studying design abroad when my grandfather insisted that he had already arranged a childhood betrothal for me.

The moment I got back to the country, he dragged me straight to the Hunt family's residence to discuss the engagement.

The adults talked endlessly, and I quickly grew bored sitting there. Slipping away quietly, I wandered into the Hunt family garden for a walk.

Out of nowhere, a woman rushed toward me and slapped me hard across the face.

"Where did this shameless woman come from? How dare you steal my things!"

I covered my cheek and stared at her in shock.

The woman lifted her chin arrogantly, her tone dripping with condescension, as if she were granting me charity.

"That ruby on your hand was a birthday gift from the young master of the Hunt family. A poor girl like you—how could you possibly afford to wear it?!"

I opened my mouth, about to explain that it was mine. But before I could say a word, she struck me across the face again.

"Do you even know who I am? I'm the Hunt family's future daughter-in-law—the future Mrs. Hunt! The entire Hunt family will listen to me!"

I pulled out my phone and, right in front of her, sent a message to the contact labeled Fiancé.

"Lucas, there's a mad dog in your house. Are you going to do something about it or not?"

To my surprise, the notification "Message Failed to Send" popped up.

I let out an incredulous laugh. The engagement hadn't even been finalized yet, and Lucas Hunt had already blocked me.

"Where did you sneak in from? Hurry up and return Miss Hartley's ring!"

The Hunt family's housekeeper lunged at me aggressively, but I sidestepped her with ease.

"I'm a guest of the Hunt family. Is this how you treat your guests?"

Queenie Hartley let out a mocking laugh. Without hesitation, she picked up her phone and called Lucas—my so-called fiancé.

A warm, gentle voice answered almost immediately.

"What's wrong, Queenie?"

I listened carefully. His voice was pleasant—exactly the kind I liked. It seemed my grandfather had pretty good taste after all.

"Lucas!" she cried sweetly, her voice dripping with affected innocence. "There's this shameless woman who snuck into your house today, claiming she's a guest of the Hunt family. She even stole the ring you gave me!"

I cut through her sugary tone before she could continue. It was best to introduce myself first, in case he had no idea what was going on.

"Lucas, my name is Sabrina Pierce. I'm your fiancée."

There was a brief two-second pause, as if he were searching his memory for my name. When he spoke again, his voice had turned cold.

"Fiancée? What fiancée? Anyone entering the Hunt residence must have an invitation. Otherwise, it's trespassing."

Then his voice softened again.

"Queenie, don't be upset. It's just a ring. When I get back, I'll buy you another one."

The pigeon-blood ruby on my finger