Billionaire’s Daughter PRETENDS To Be Poor And Rides Bicycle To School To Find True Love
Billionaire’s Daughter PRETENDS To Be Poor And Rides Bicycle To School To Find True Love
The iron gates of Crown Lake Academy swung open, welcoming a sea of shimmering glass, pristine leather, and the heavy perfume of generational wealth. Yet, through the grand entrance pedaled Edin, her simple bicycle chain whirring softly beneath her. Her grandfather had warned her, insisting on a driver to trailing her at a respectable distance, pointing out that three generations of Anabori boardroom warfare had not been fought for her to ride on iron scrap. But Edin remained steadfast. She wanted to meet the children of the rich before they met her family’s money.
Across the courtyard, heads turned. Whispers erupted among the lingering students, many scoffing at what they deemed an unwanted delivery of poverty to their elite sanctuary. Among them stood Zimuzo—known to everyone as Zema. Zema stepped gracefully out of a borrowed Maybach, her father’s hands trembling on the steering wheel, terrified that his boss would notice the missing vehicle before his daughter’s grand entrance succeeded. Zema paid his anxiety no mind, stepping into the sunlight with orchestrated poise, immediately drawing a crowd of admirers eager to align themselves with what they assumed was true royalty.
While Zema basked in the warmth of blind praise, Edin quietly surveyed the terrain. Her old friend Tenno quickly spotted her, chuckling at her elaborate disguise. He knew her goal: to study human nature in its natural habitat, stripped of the influence her surname carried. While others dismissed Edin as a harmless “bicycle girl,” Zema continued to build her illusion, handing out empty promises of designer gifts and accepting the fawned devotion of her peers.
The illusion began to crack during the academy’s charity drive. As students pledged modest sums to show off, Zema loudly promised a hundred thousand naira, claiming her card had a daily limit when pressed to produce it. Edin, weary of the empty performance, stepped forward. She bypassed the posturing entirely, pledging ten million naira on the spot to fund classroom blocks and access roads through the Anabori Foundation. Laughs rang out across the room, with students mocking her declaration until an emergency cash transfer materialized under her name moments later, leaving her critics stunned into silence.
The tension only deepened when the students gathered at the local archery club. Zema, desperate to humiliate Edin, challenged her to a match using a stolen collector’s bow. When Edin casually hit a perfect score, Zema lost her composure, accusing Edin of sabotage. Blinded by rage and supported by her eager sycophants, Zema demanded her friends drag Edin toward the lake to drown her pride. Tenno intervened just in time, shutting down the assault. When he urged Edin to crush her tormentors using her power, Edin shook her head. True mercy, she believed, lay in letting people hang themselves with their own actions.
Zema’s downward spiral accelerated rapidly. She became involved with Taier, a desperate man heavily indebted to dangerous loan sharks. Taier viewed Zema as his golden ticket, coercing her into obtaining the official Anabori corporate seal to secure a fake ten-billion-naira property mandate. Driven by a desperate need to maintain her high-society fantasy, Zema sneaked into the chairman’s study.
There, she was confronted by her own mother, Auntie Faye, who worked tirelessly as an estate caterer to pay for Zema’s education. Auntie Faye begged her daughter not to ruin her life for fake prestige. In a frantic bid to escape, Zema shoved her mother aside, leaving the older woman bleeding on the floor before fleeing with the stolen seal.
The next morning, the grand hall of Crown Lake Academy buzzed with chaotic energy. A video depicting Auntie Faye’s injuries had been leaked online, cleverly manipulated by Zema’s circle to frame Edin as a cruel, ungrateful girl who abused servants. A crowd gathered, throwing insults at Edin as she walked down the hallway.
Unmoved by the noise, Edin stood quietly as the school administration summoned her. She looked at Zema, whose hands trembled beneath her borrowed designer sleeves. The truth was unraveling fast—the stolen seal, the fraudulent deal, and the unbearable weight of a lie built on sand. Edin knew the play was finally coming to an end, and no amount of stolen gold could save a queen who had built her throne on betrayal.
