The Undercover Billionaire's Revenge

I accidentally found a pair of black lace stockings in the nightstand of our master bedroom. They were torn to shreds.

And only my girlfriend, Charlotte, and I had the keys to this apartment.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened here.

Holding those torn stockings, my hands shook uncontrollably. Eight years of chasing her and two years of dating felt like a complete joke at this moment.

I snapped a photo and sent it to Charlotte, waiting for her explanation.

But she didn't even seem to care.