Days Before Wedding, Millionaire’s Daughter Disguises As Homeless to Test Her Wealthy Fiancé — Story of the Day

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Ava unexpectedly falls for the man her parents arranged for her to marry. But when unsettling rumors about him surface days before their wedding, she devises a test to uncover his true intentions.

Ava caught her breath as she gazed at Walter, the man her parents had arranged for her to meet. He rose from his seat, impeccably dressed in a sleek suit that showcased his athletic build, his blue eyes sparkling under the elegant lighting.

Ava’s heart fluttered as he smiled and helped her to her seat.

“Ava, meet Walter, my son,” his mother said.

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“What do you think?” whispered Ava’s mother, Hilda, noticing her daughter’s reddened cheeks.

The families sat at a grand dining table in a restaurant, the air filled with apprehension and anticipation. Ava, initially resistant to this arranged meeting, found herself unexpectedly drawn to Walter. His gentlemanly demeanor throughout the dinner and subsequent meetings only deepened her admiration for him.

So a few weeks later, when he went down on one knee and proposed, she didn’t think twice before saying yes.

“I’ll marry you!” she exclaimed as Walter slid a diamond ring onto her finger.

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The wedding was set, and with only a few weeks to go, Ava and her friend Hillary went to a boutique to pick a wedding dress for Ava’s special day.

They had just gotten there and were waiting to be attended to when they heard two women whispering in the background.

At first, Ava tried not to pay attention, but with how loud they were, it was impossible not to hear a few words, especially when she heard Walter’s name.

“You mean Walter, the blue-eyed playboy, is getting married?” one woman whispered incredulously.

“Apparently, his parents found him a millionaire’s daughter,” another woman added.

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Ava desperately wanted to continue listening but was interrupted when one of the attendants approached her since it was her turn.

“You heard those people talking in the lobby, didn’t you?” Hillary asked as they followed the attendant.

“Do you know how many Walters there are in this state?” Ava replied, dismissing the rumors. She was convinced her Walter was different.

An hour later, Ava drove to Walter’s mansion. The recent rain had left the roads wet, and as she approached his mansion, she noticed a group of homeless people huddled by the roadside, trying to keep dry.

\Ava slowed her car to avoid splashing water on them and rolled down her window to offer them some money, only to be taken aback after hearing their conversation.

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“That rich guy in the red car splashed water on us! All that money has gone to his head! And that money isn’t his, I bet! It’s his parents’!” grumbled a bearded man.

“With his handsome looks, he thinks he can do anything,” a woman added bitterly.

Shocked and confused, Ava rolled up her window and drove into Walter’s estate, wondering if they were discussing him. She had seen his compassionate side, like his charity work, but she now doubted if it was just for show.

\As she entered his house using the spare key she always had, she was stunned to hear him yelling on the phone.

“Get them out of here! I want all of them gone!” he bellowed, his face contorted with anger.

His tone suddenly softened when he turned around and spotted her.

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“I don’t want to see those beggars suffer in this rain. Find them a place, now!” he commanded, hanging up.

“Ava!” He smiled and approached her. “I saw some homeless people in the rain. It broke my heart, so I was arranging shelter for them,” he explained. Ava didn’t know what to say and nodded. Throughout the evening, she acted like everything was fine, but it wasn’t.

Their wedding was in a week, after which Walter was to be appointed as the director of one of her father’s charity organizations.

As Ava reached home, she discussed everything with Hillary and devised a plan to test Walter’s true character.

“Why not hire a private investigator?” Hillary suggested. “Isn’t that easier than hiring an actor? What if it doesn’t work?”

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“It will. People let down their guard easily around strangers, and this particular actor I hired is pretty good,” Ava explained.

The next day, they met at Walter’s favorite café, concealing their faces under big hats.

“Aren’t you worried Walter might get angry if he finds out?” Hillary asked cautiously.

“He won’t know if all goes well,” Ava reassured her, waiting for Walter’s arrival. She’d already texted him and set her plan in motion. Babe, can you get me a coffee from your favorite place? I’ll be waiting at your office, she’d written.Later, she would text him that she couldn’t make it due to some work.

As Walter entered the café, Ava watched him closely. Dressed in a white sweater and black pants, Walter attracted admiring glances as he ordered. Ava’s heart swelled with pride, but she was anxious about the actor she’d hired to test him.

“I hope everything goes well,” she murmured to Hillary.

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As Walter waited, a disheveled man, the actor Ava had hired, approached the counter. Walter was disgusted and stepped aside, allowing the man to order first.

“He’s so nice,” Ava whispered, unaware of Walter’s true intentions.

“Yeah, surprising,” Hillary said despite her doubts about Walter’s character.

Walter paid for the man’s bread and coffee, masking his frustration, all because he wanted the smelly, poor man to leave as soon as possible.

The situation escalated when the man accidentally spilled coffee on Walter’s sweater. Walter’s anger flared, but he caught a glimpse of someone familiar in the space and restrained himself.

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“I’m s-sorry, sir,” the man stammered, tears streaming down his face.

Walter, boiling inside, forced a smile. “Ah, no worries! It’s just clothes, nothing more. You can get more food at the counter; I’ll pay,” he offered, leading the man to the counter while vigorously typing on his phone, trying to send a quick message to his friend.

Ava watched from a distance and was proud of Walter’s kindness. “He’s the man I thought he was,” she said to Hillary, who wasn’t entirely convinced.

Soon, Walter stepped outside, walking side by side with the beggar, who walked beside him with a smile. They had just rounded a corner when he grabbed the man’s shirt and whispered harshly in his ears. “Say a word of this to Ava, and you’ll regret it,” he warned, tossing his hot coffee at the man before walking away.

Meanwhile, Ava dropped him the text, thinking she was a fool to doubt him. “See, I told you he’s a nice guy,” she told Hillary.

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Walter scowled as he read her message and drove home. He knew Ava suspected something. In desperation, he called Brandon, his trusted friend, for advice.

Meanwhile, Joe, the actor hired by Ava to test Walter, brushed off his coffee-soaked clothes. Feeling the soreness on his neck from Walter’s grip, he skipped contacting his client and headed home.

At Walter’s house, the atmosphere was tense. “She knows!” Walter yelled.

“Calm down. What does she know exactly?” Brandon inquired, pouring wine for his friend.

Walter explained Ava’s test and his fear of her suspicions.

“Spend more money on those charity galas she likes. There’s barely a week to the wedding, and all you have to do is persevere until then,” Brandon instructed him, and Walter listened with rapt attention.

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That night, after Ava got home, she spent hours talking to Walter on the phone, convinced that he was the only person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

“I love you, too,” she whispered into the phone after saying her goodbyes before hanging up.

Two days before the wedding, Ava went alone to pick up her dress. Unexpectedly, a woman blocked her path. “You’re Ava, right? The one marrying Walter?” the woman asked bluntly.

“Yes, I am. I love him,” Ava replied, assuming the woman was one of Walter’s exes.

“Don’t marry him. He’s not who you think he is,” the woman warned gravely before leaving.

Ava went after her, but the woman got into her car and drove away.

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Puzzled and concerned, Ava could only wonder about the woman’s motives as she picked up her wedding dress. She decided to call Joe, the actor she had hired to test Walter, for any insights.

She had paid him for his work but hadn’t heard from him ever since his act at the cafe. She didn’t think much about it then because she was convinced Walter was really a kind and caring man. Joe didn’t answer her first calls, and when he finally did, he urgently warned her to stay away from Walter before abruptly hanging up.

Confused and alarmed, Ava pondered Joe’s reaction and decided to test Walter herself, this time without any intermediaries. She planned to disguise herself as a homeless person and approach Walter to see his true character.

Dressed in old, smelly clothes and a dirty scarf, Ava waited for Walter at a fancy restaurant where they were supposed to meet. She approached him in the parking lot, asking for help in her beggar disguise.

Remembering Brandon’s advice to maintain a good public image, Walter reluctantly gave her some money and walked away.

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Seeing his ‘kindness,’ Ava couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for not trusting him. Entering the restaurant, she instantly headed straight towards him, trying to grab his arm as she called his name.

“Wal—” she began, but the words had barely left her mouth when she felt a brutal, stinging force against her face.

Walter slapped her.

“I-I’m a woman,” Ava stuttered in shock, not knowing what else to say as she watched Walter glare at her with hostile and unfamiliar eyes.

“You stinking witch! The only reason I didn’t slap you before was that we were in public. How dare you follow me!” Walter yelled. “You poverty-stricken set of beggars, I hate your kind the most!”

Walter had been holding in his emotions for a while, and seeing the utterly empty restaurant felt like a grand opportunity to take out his emotions on the beggar who DARED to almost touch him.

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“I’ve been going around with a kind look just because I’m trying to get a woman to marry me, and you think you can take advantage of that? Get out, or I’ll slap you again!” Walter continued yelling, and Ava could tell that he meant every word.

Touching her face, she felt it burn as her eyes stung from both the pain and the realization that Walter was nothing like the man she fell in love with.

As he demanded security to remove her, Ava removed her disguise, revealing her true identity.

“It’s me, Ava,” she finally said, her heart breaking.

His face turned pale. “A-Ava? How could you deceive me like this? Was this all a trap, a test? I thought you loved me. I thought you trusted me,” he stammered, trying to turn things around.

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But Ava just shook her head and smirked.

“The wedding is off, loser!” she declared before leaving.

Months later, Ava’s parents arranged another match for her. She met Brandon, a seemingly calm and gentlemanly figure.

“My name is Brandon. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me!” He greeted her with a charming smile.

I guess looks can be highly deceiving, Ava thought. Through the private investigator Ava had hired, she knew this man was more deadly than Walter. She smiled at him, deciding to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.

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‘Barbie Girl’ at the Gym Mocked Me for My Appearance — She Knew Nothing About the ‘Boomerang’ Effect

I didn’t expect the gym to change my life, let alone give me a front-row seat to karma in action. But that’s exactly what happened when a “Barbie Girl” in pink mocked my appearance in front of everyone. Little did she know, her words would come back to her in the most unexpected way.

Life hasn’t been the most exciting for me. It has been a rollercoaster ride with more downs than ups, but I’m not going to complain about it now that I’ve seen what fate had planned for me.

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A woman sitting in her living room | Source: Midjourney

I never thought I’d reach the point where I’d look back at my life and thank fate for making me go through the most difficult phases of my life.

I’m Jocelyn. An average 34-year-old girl who’s trying to make the most out of her life.

The past year has been life-changing. I mean, if you’d seen me a year ago, you probably wouldn’t have noticed me. I’m used to blending into the background because I’ve always felt it’s safer that way.

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A woman standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

On the surface, my life looked fine. I graduated with honors and got a job as a personal assistant to a wealthy businessman. My career was great, and I was earning more than I needed, but my personal life? Well, it was pretty stagnant.

I’ve been single for as long as I can remember, and I’ll explain why.

Years ago, I got into a car accident that left deep scars on my face. I remember how awkward I felt the first time I stepped out in public after that accident. With time, I let those scars become the defining feature of how I saw myself.

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A close-up shot of a woman | Source: Midjourney

People rarely said anything outright, but the stares were enough to remind me I wasn’t like other women. To this day, I can’t leave the house without makeup, carefully applied to cover every mark.

I’ve spent years testing out different brands of concealers and watching tutorials on YouTube to learn the right concealing techniques.

Now, I can’t even imagine stepping outside my house without makeup. I feel exposed in my bare skin, as though the world is dissecting me.

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A woman standing on a street | Source: Midjourney

And then there’s my weight. I’ve always been on the heavier side, and it’s been a constant source of insecurity.

I wear loose clothes to hide my body and avoid mirrors whenever I can. For years, I let these insecurities box me in, convincing myself I wasn’t worth noticing.

But a few months ago, something in me snapped. I was tired of hiding. I adjusted my work schedule to carve out free time and signed up for a gym near my office.

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An empty gym | Source: Pexels

It was intimidating at first. Walking into a space filled with toned and confident people made me feel like I didn’t belong. But I reminded myself I wasn’t there for them. I was there for me.

Joining the gym felt like my first real step toward reclaiming my life.

I didn’t know then that it would lead me to the scene of a confrontation I’d never forget. It happened around two months after I’d joined the gym.

It was a Tuesday evening, and I was waiting for a treadmill to open up.

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A woman in a gym | Source: Midjourney

I’d been standing near the row of machines for about 15 minutes, scrolling through my phone and sipping water. When one finally opened up, I took a step forward, only to see someone else head for it.

She looked like a walking cliché. Tall, blonde, and wearing a matching gym outfit. Her makeup was flawless, and I couldn’t see a single strand of hair out of place. She practically sparkled under the fluorescent lights.

I couldn’t help but think of her as a “Barbie Girl.”

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A slim woman in a gym | Source: Midjourney

“Excuse me,” I said, stepping forward. “I’ve been waiting for this one.”

She stopped mid-step and turned to me, her perfectly manicured brows arching in disbelief.

“What? No, you weren’t,” she lied. “I was in line for this treadmill first!”

“That’s not true,” I said firmly. “I’ve been waiting here for 15 minutes, and you weren’t even around. You just walked out of the locker room.”

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

She let out a sharp laugh, loud enough to turn a few heads. “Sweetie, do you even know who I am? This gym belongs to my dad. Your membership could be canceled at any moment.”

Her words stung, but what she said next cut even deeper.

“Honestly, it might be better for you. Look at your body! I’m not even sure the gym can help you. And even if it could, not even JLo’s figure would save you with that face.”

I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach.

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A woman talking to another woman | Source: Midjourney

Her words echoed in my head as I felt every pair of eyes in the gym turn toward us. My face burned, but I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

For a moment, I just stood there, stunned into silence.

Before I could respond, a deep voice interrupted.

“Ladies, come with me to my office,” it said firmly.

I turned to see a gray-haired man in a tailored black suit standing nearby. His expression was stern, his gaze fixed on the blonde woman.

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A man in a gym | Source: Midjourney

“I have something for both of you,” he said.

The Barbie Girl, Emily, looked annoyed but followed him without protest. My heart pounded against my chest as I trailed behind them. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I knew it was going to be important.

The office was sleek and modern, with a large desk dominating the space. The gray-haired man gestured for us to sit down.

Emily flounced into one of the chairs, crossing her arms with a huff. I sat down carefully, unsure of what to expect.

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Do you know who I am?” the man asked, looking directly at me.

I nodded. “You’re the owner of the gym.”

He smiled slightly.

“That’s correct. And this,” he gestured to the blonde woman, “is my daughter, Emily. I’m not too proud to say that after seeing how she behaved with you, Jocelyn.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Dad, this isn’t a big deal. She was being rude.”

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A woman sitting in her father’s office | Source: Midjourney

“Enough,” he said sharply, his voice cutting through the air. “I’ve been considering giving Emily more responsibility around here, possibly even letting her manage the gym. But after what I just witnessed, it’s clear she’s not ready.”

“Dad!” Emily exclaimed, sitting up straight. “You can’t be serious.”

He ignored her and turned back to me. “I owe you an apology, Jocelyn. What Emily said to you was unacceptable. I’m deeply sorry you had to experience that.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say. His tone was sincere, but I couldn’t shake the humiliation I’d felt just moments ago.

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“I’ve seen people come and go in this gym,” he continued. “People come for a week and leave when they see no results.”

I nodded.

“But you, Jocelyn, you’ve shown resilience and patience. You remind me of what this gym is supposed to stand for,” he said. “That’s why I’m offering you a lifetime membership, complete with a personal trainer and access to all VIP services.”

I wasn’t expecting that. It sounded too good to be true.

“That’s, uh, that’s incredibly generous,” I managed to say. “Thank you.”

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A woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

“Dad, you can’t just give her—” Emily began, but he cut her off with a raised hand.

“I can and I will,” he said firmly. “And you will apologize.”

“Apologize? But why?” she protested. “C’mon, Dad. This is too much.”

“Apologize to Jocelyn. Now.”

That’s when the Barbie Girl rolled her eyes for the seventh time since we’d met and muttered a half-hearted apology under her breath. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

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A woman sitting in an office | Source: Midjourney

I knew her apology wasn’t much, but it was enough for me. I was okay with the barely audible “sorry” I was presented with, and it was mainly because this was the first time in years someone had apologized to me after making fun of my appearance.

I felt so confident as I walked out of the office. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was standing up for myself.

Over the next year, I dedicated myself to my workouts. My personal trainer pushed me to my limits, and while it wasn’t easy, I refused to give up.

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A woman on a treadmill | Source: Pexels

Slowly but surely, I started to see results.

The weight came off, and for the first time in years, I felt comfortable in my own skin. I even began to wear less makeup, finally letting my scars show.

One evening, after a particularly tough session, I bumped into a man at the smoothie bar. He was tall, with dark hair and a warm smile.

We got to talking, and before I knew it, he’d asked me out to dinner.

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A man holding a woman’s hand | Source: Pexels

On the night of our date, I walked into the restaurant feeling more confident than ever. The man, Ryan, was waiting for me at a table near the window. But before I could reach him, a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Emily hissed.

I turned to see her storming toward us. I had no idea why she was here until I heard her next sentence.

“Ryan, what are you doing here with her?” she asked.

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A woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Ryan looked uncomfortable. “Emily, this isn’t the time—”

“This is my husband,” she spat, glaring at me. “You’re here on a date with him, right?”

I froze. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.

The older version of me, the girl who preferred to blend into the background, would’ve probably bolted out of the restaurant with tears streaming down her face. She would’ve blocked Ryan’s number the moment she got home, then spent the next week replaying the humiliation over and over in her head.

But that wasn’t me anymore.

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A woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

I’d worked too hard to let someone like Emily shake me. Her words had stung once, but now, they didn’t hold the same power.

In fact, as I stood there watching her seethe, I realized how the boomerang effect had come full circle. The cruelty she’d thrown out into the world had found its way right back to her. She thought she was untouchable, but life had other plans.

A laugh bubbled up in my chest, and this time, I didn’t hold it back. It started as a chuckle and grew into a full, belly-deep laugh that made heads turn.

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A woman laughing in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“You know what?” I said, meeting Emily’s furious gaze. “You two deserve each other.”

I turned to Ryan, who had gone pale. “And next time, maybe don’t cheat on your wife with someone who knows exactly what kind of person she is.”

With that, I grabbed my purse and walked out of the restaurant.

For the first time in years, I felt completely free. Free from insecurities, free from shame, and free from people like Emily who thrived on tearing others down.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

Life has a funny way of teaching lessons. Emily’s cruelty had set off a chain of events that changed my life for the better and exposed her for who she truly was. I’ve never felt stronger, more confident, or more ready to embrace the future.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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