When my crush's family went bankrupt, I didn't abandon him. I practically bought Liam Vanderbilt. But his heart belonged to his "white moonlight," the girl who got away. He didn't like me. No touching, no looking, and definitely no dessert. Every time I said the wrong thing, he'd threaten to leave my mansion. After he stormed out again, I did what I always did: sent an apology gift to his dingy rental apartment. But ten days passed, and he didn't come back. Just as I was starting to panic, a wall of floating text—bullet comments—appeared before my eyes. "OMG, the female lead still doesn't realize she sent the package to the wrong guy?" "She mistyped one digit on the apartment number and sent it straight to the poor scholarship student!" "This is the first time the gloomy villain has ever received a gift in his life, isn't it?" "There's a black card with $200k inside! I'm crying. Silas was about to drop out of school... now he can pay tuition." ... "The male lead is kinda pathetic though." "Waiting for his sugar mama in that rental, eyes red from crying, and she never came." "He thinks he's been abandoned!" Chapter 1 Liam Vanderbilt ran away from home again. All because I accidentally knocked over the watch Clara gave him. In a fit of rage, he packed his bags and took the bus back to his old family home in the suburbs. It was the only thing his father left him before committing suicide after the Vanderbilt empire collapsed. A tiny, 500-square-foot studio. The location was terrible—basically the slums. Surrounded by thugs and drifters. Liam couldn't stand living there, but he’d been a prince too long. He was stubborn and never bowed his head. Every time, I was the one who caved, begging him to come back to my villa. This time was no exception. I looked at my phone. My number was blocked. I opened the shopping app and started ordering gifts. Sneakers, gaming keyboard, mouse, headphones... all the things Liam liked. I also ordered a bouquet of sunflowers, his favorite. Inside, I tucked a bank card and a confession note from the florist. Usually, when I apologized this hard, Liam would unblock me within a week. Then he'd begrudgingly let me pick him up. But this time... It had been over ten days since I sent the package. Silence. Not a peep. It was like he decided to freeze me out completely. Not a single text. Chapter 2 I was confused. What was going on? Did Liam really decide to cut ties with me? I couldn't sit still anymore. I drove out to the suburbs. It was a cluster of dilapidated apartment buildings. I parked and followed the address old Mr. Vanderbilt left me, searching door to door. I turned the corner to Building 5. Suddenly, I saw a boy walking out, holding a bouquet of sunflowers. It was the exact brand I ordered. And he was wearing the T-shirt I mailed to Liam a few days ago. ...What the hell? Did I run into a thief? Or did Liam throw away my gifts, and this guy picked them up? I got out of the car and marched over. I was about to yell, but before I could open my mouth, a barrage of text floated across my vision. "Holy crap, the female lead still doesn't know she sent the gifts to the wrong person!" "It's because her phone glitch wiped her address book! She mistyped a digit and sent it straight to the villain's house!" "Ugh, does the villain really live this poorly? His place looks even worse than Liam's!" "It's like 200 square feet. He shares a kitchen with the neighbors..." "Yeah, didn't you know? The villain is dirt poor, an orphan, bullied since childhood. This is literally the first gift he's ever received." "There's a black card with $200k in there. I'm sobbing. Silas was about to drop out, but now he can pay tuition." ... Wait a minute. What? Silas? Silas Thorne from my school? The super genius who's always top of the class? How is he the villain? Chapter 3 I froze. I kept reading the comments. According to the original storyline, Silas was supposed to drop out. He was brilliant but destitute. Even with scholarships, he had a sick grandmother and a younger sister to support. He gave up his guaranteed admission to an Ivy League school to work in a factory. Then a fire broke out. A beam fell and crushed his leg. He used half his compensation money for his family and the other half to start a business. He was capable and hardworking. Within a few years, he became a tech tycoon. His future was bright until a competitor framed him, causing him massive losses. That competitor? Liam Vanderbilt. After Silas dropped out, Liam took his spot at the Ivy League. As the "male lead," Liam's life was smooth sailing. He made rich friends and got investments from industry bigwigs. Even though his products weren't as good as Silas', his connections crushed him. Eventually, Silas snapped. He thought about how Liam had everything only because he, Silas, had to drop out. He went "black." He became a villain. He started stealing Liam's projects, contracts, employees, investments... He became a terrifying, unhinged tycoon. I took a deep breath, trying to process this. Just as my brain was melting, another comment popped up. "Lol, look at the female lead's innocent face." "She doesn't know that after the villain turns evil, he not only steals the male lead's money but also his girl!" "He's gonna lock her up in a dark room and go crazy. The censors won't even let us see what happens next!" ... EXCUSE ME? Steal me? What did I ever do to him?! The comments seemed to sense my breakdown. "It's because she was too good to the male lead and ignored the villain. Silas started getting jealous of Liam back then..." "Sigh. If our Spring had been nicer to the villain, maybe she wouldn't end up in the dark room later. Boohoo." ... I turned my head mechanically. I looked at Silas Thorne, who was hugging my gifts and walking toward his rundown building. A group of neighbors, boys his age with dyed hair who looked like troublemakers, surrounded him. They whistled and teased him. "Ooh, look at Silas! Getting gifts again?" "Who sent it? I'm dying to know!" "Must be a secret admirer. Tsk." "Isn't there a card in the flowers? Lemme see!" One of them grabbed Silas by the shoulder and snatched the sunflowers. He ripped out the card. And read it out loud— "I've sent you so many things. When will you realize how I feel?" "Can you just..." "Like me back a little bit?" "- Spring." Chapter 4 "It's a confession!!!" The gang of punks screamed. They pushed and shoved, acting like they'd seen a ghost. Everyone wanted to see the card. "Who is Spring?" "Is she a nerd like Silas? Some boring good girl?" Immediately— Silas kicked the guy hard. He snatched the card back. The crowd erupted in jeers. A blonde kid whistled. "You don't know Spring? Spring Vance! The heiress!" "Super rich! Her family does real estate, right? Worth billions!" "I saw her driving an Aston Martin last time. So cool!" "Really? What does it look like?" "Like... hey, isn't that one right there?" ...Silence. Everyone turned to look at me. I didn't have time to hide. Our eyes met. Silas was still holding the sunflowers. When he saw me, his face turned bright red. The punks exploded. "Spring Vance!" "That's the heiress!" "Holy sh*t, she actually came here to find Silas!" "Silas, why are you standing there like a log? Go over there, you nerd!" "Don't keep the lady waiting!" "Go!"
? Continue the story here ?? ? Download the "MotoNovel" app ? search for "386878", and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel