My Ex-Girlfriend Tested Me 99 Times, Then I Inherited Billions

Isabella loved testing me. Right after graduation, she made me take on her $5 million mortgage. I refused. So she turned around and bought the campus heartthrob an $8 million mansion—in cash. She smugly tossed the deed in front of me. Isabella: “Derek, I was never poor. I was testing you the whole time.” Isabella: “You failed my test. What a disappointment. We’re over.” I just smiled and walked away. She had no idea who she was testing. I’m a billionaire’s son. Four years later, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Isabella had just made the Top 50. She arrived with Carl, arm in arm. And I dressed simply. No designer labels. Just a Cayenne key and a child in my arms. One glance, and Isabella decided I was just a driver. Isabella: “Derek, you came all the way here just to see me? How desperate.” Isabella: “I’m on the rich list now, and you’re just a driver. Stop dreaming.”” I blamed my billionaire dad for making me come. I finally had a day to spend with my son. Now I'd have to waste it here. I looked at Isabella impatiently. Derek: “A driver? Are you sure… you know who I am?”