MONALISA THE BILLIONAIRE SWEETHEART

A sleek Mercedes-Benz pulled into the Florence household's parking lot. Watching the car through the window, Clarissa couldn't help but sneer in jealousy. She was a slender beauty with smooth skin and long, flowing hair, appearing to be in her early twenties.

"Mom, that crippled man is here to pick Dorothy up, but he's driving an expensive car. Dorothy doesn't deserve to ride in something like that," Clarissa scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Don't worry, baby. It's just a car. Once she marries that crippled man, you'll have anything you want," her mother, Agnes, reassured her.

"I'd better," Clarissa pouted, her juicy pink lips curling as she flipped a lock of her hair behind her ear. Men lined up for a chance to date her as her beauty was enchanting. But her personality was a stark contrast to her looks, nothing good to write about.

A knock sounded at the door.

"It's them," Clarissa muttered, waving at one of the housemaids to open it. A sharply dressed man in a well-ironed suit stood at the entrance.

"Good morning, ma'am. We're here for Mr. Everest's fiancée," the man said politely.

Clarissa ignored him, peering behind him as if searching for someone.

"And where is her useless soon-to-be husband? Is he in the car? Oh, wait-I forgot he can't walk. How would he ever come here?" Clarissa mocked, laughing along with Agnes.

The man frowned but remained composed. "I'll ask again: where is his fiancée?"

"We'll send her out-but first, go back and switch that car for something cheaper. Something more suited to her," Agnes replied, her tone curt.

Clarissa nodded in agreement.

Sighing, the man pulled out his phone, clearly done with their antics. "Please bring the Toyota Yaris," he instructed. Clarissa smirked triumphantly.

A few minutes later, the Toyota Yaris arrived, and the Mercedes-Benz was driven away.

"Can we have her now?" the man asked calmly.

Agnes rolled her eyes and left the room. She returned moments later with a young woman who appeared to be Clarissa's age. Dorothy was simply dressed in a plain gown, her hair tied back, her skin pale with no makeup.

The man's face lit up as he addressed her. "You must be Miss Dorothy. I'm Kai, sent by Mr. Stefan to pick you up."

"Good morning, Kai," Dorothy responded softly, her voice calm and gentle. Clarissa and Agnes exchanged scoffs.

"Since there's nothing else, let's go," Kai said, nodding politely at Clarissa and Agnes before escorting Dorothy out.

"She's so pathetic," Clarissa muttered. "Imagine marrying at twenty-two-to a crippled, mute loser!"

"She deserves nothing better," Agnes replied dismissively.

Despite the fact they believed Dorothy life would be miserable after getting married to Stefan, Clarissa can't help but get a little worried. He sent his assistant to pick her up in a Mercedes Benz, what if she starts living a good life? She bit her lips with this thought.

"Stop worrying too much, his family won't like her, she's ugly" Agnes reassured Clarissa once more.

"You're right, no one can love an ugly girl like her! What was I even thinking" Clarissa nodded, convincing herself as they watched Dorothy leave.