Part 2My Arranged Fiancée Fell in Love with a Hooligan

Isabellaand I were a year apart. Both our families were in real estate, so we were close.

For convenience, I went to school with Isabellafrom a young age.

Her mother always told her to take care of me, her "little brother," and she did.

She was a genuine prodigy. Her precociousness made her feel like everyone around her was a fool. While we were in elementary school classes, she was already learning foreign languages and taking dance lessons with private tutors.

No matter where she was, as long as Isabellawas there, she was always the most dazzling.

She was like a star in the sky, out of reach.

Never short of suitors, she ignored everyone's affections.

Of course, Isabellahad every right to be proud. She came from a wealthy family, had exquisite looks, and even the school we attended was built by her family.

She wore a look of disdain in front of everyone, only showing patience and calmness around me.

We'd been together since childhood, going to and from school together. We lived in the same gated community, so we could always find each other.

During holidays, either I'd go to find her, or she'd come to play with me.

Olivia's mom often liked to pinch my cheek, saying she might as well let Isabellabe my wife in the future.

Isabellawould hook her arm through mine, smiling like a flower in bloom.

I'd blush and say nothing, but inside I couldn't have been happier. Who wouldn't like someone as beautiful and gentle as Olivia?

Only a fool wouldn't.

Back then, Isabellamade no secret of her preference for me, making other boys envious and jealous.

I cherished this favoritism too, taking her mother's words as a goal for the future.

My father and Olivia's father also had the intention of arranging our marriage on the day of our coming-of-age ceremony.

But unfortunately, fate likes to give people a heavy blow when everything seems peaceful.

In our senior year of high school, her family's company launched a one-on-one charity program, donating to children of employees working at the Li Group.

Jake appeared, with his dyed yellow hair and earrings, standing out among the donation recipients.

To put it bluntly, he was a delinquent.

I went to help as a representative of the Xu family, and it was the first time I'd ever seen such a "unique" person.

Jake came up and asked when he'd get the money.

I was momentarily speechless.

Isabellatold me to switch with her, worried I might be bullied.

She always appeared when I was most indecisive. I gave up my position.

It was this action that I regretted immensely.