But the young man was quite the opposite of what people thought of him. Despite his riches, he was a humble, hardworking man who lived for his work. The business Jack owned was a product of his hard work.

He had been a top student at business school and had his own company by the time he graduated. And he had done it all on his own.

Mr. and Mrs. Alan were obviously proud of their hardworking son, but they were concerned he would take his work too seriously and miss out on his love life. That was until Jack introduced them to the love of his life, Bianca.

***

As they all gathered for dinner at the Alans’ massive mansion during their first meeting with Bianca, Mrs. Alan couldn’t stop admiring her son and his lady love.

“She is perfect for our son, darling!” she whispered to her husband. “She’s got the class, and she’s gorgeous!”

Lies and deception may have a present, but they don’t have a future.

“Well, he’s my son,” said Mr. Alan proudly. “He’d only ever choose the best! After all, even his dad chose the most beautiful woman in the world!”

“Stop it!” she whispered to her husband, blushing. “The kids might listen.”

“It’s not like I said anything wrong, darling,” he replied with a wink, and Mrs. Alan’s cheeks flushed red at the compliment from her husband.

Overall, the dinner made for a pleasant evening, and Jack’s parents loved Bianca. She was a successful designer, smart and young, and very generous. They were impressed when they learned she believed in giving back to society and participated in numerous charitable activities.

“You can consider Jack’s dad and me as your parents, honey,” Mrs. Alan told her before she left. “You no longer need to feel like you don’t have a family. WE are your family.”

Bianca had told the Alans she was an orphan, and the older couple felt terrible that the young woman had never grown up in a loving home, so they wanted to provide her with one. They decided to embrace her with open arms.

But did Bianca deserve that love? Jack was secretly on the fence about it. He wouldn’t have been so if it hadn’t been for the romantic dinner at the best French restaurant in town, which gave him the first glimpse of Bianca’s true personality.

“Get the hell out of here!” she hissed to a homeless man approaching her car door and begging for money when Bianca was walking to the car after dinner.

“Please spare me something,” the poor man said. “I haven’t eaten anything in days. Please be gracious, and God will reward you!”

“I think God has blessed me anyway!” she exclaimed as she pushed the homeless man aside and settled in her car. The poor man, who had fallen with Bianca’s push, stood up in tears and walked away.

While this was happening, Jack was still in the restaurant, catching up with a friend he had run into. Unfortunately for Bianca, he saw what happened that day, and something about her felt very odd to him.

“Are you alright, babe?” he inquired as he sat in the car.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, smiling broadly. “Why?”

“Nothing,” he said, feigning a smile. Bianca pretended nothing had happened while Jack had clearly seen her behavior towards the poor man. A woman who did charity would never treat the needy that way. Was Bianca faking it all?

From that day on, Jack started getting suspicious of Bianca. He had never bothered to ask her much about her life after she told him she didn’t like talking about it, but it was time he found out who she was.

So Jack asked his secretary to do a background check on her, and the results were enough to shake Jack.

“Mr. Alan, are you sure you’d like to see this?” his secretary asked as he placed an envelope on the table. “I suggest you should talk things out with her directly.”

“If that’s the case, Mr. Hilton,” Alan said, “then I’d most definitely love to see what you have on my future wife.”

Jack opened the envelope and swallowed hard. His fiancée was everything he hadn’t thought of her. A swindler, cheater, and a three-time divorcée. He closed the flap of the envelope immediately and sighed.

“Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Hilton,” he said with a heavy heart. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

After Mr. Hilton left his office, Jack cried. He loved Bianca with all his heart. He thought she was “the one,” so he had rushed through the wedding preparations, and the big day was only two weeks away.

The invitations were ready, the wedding hall was reserved, and their outfits would be decided the following week. Around 3000 people were invited to the grand wedding, which was to be held at the most opulent hall in town, but Jack suddenly had something else on his mind. He was going to test her. He would give her one chance to prove everything he now knew about her was wrong.

So a week before the wedding, the young businessman ditched his expensive suit in favor of a ragged jacket, ripped jeans, and a fake beard, and once he was convinced his looks passed off as a homeless man, he decided to visit his fiancée’s house.

When Jack arrived, pulling an old cart stuffed with torn cardboard sheets, he was greeted at the door by a frowning Bianca, and he smiled pleasantly, knowing she’d fallen for the trap. She didn’t recognize him.

“Please assist me, ma’am,” he begged. “I’m knocking on doors to raise funds for my poor mother’s surgery. You seem like a kind lady. Please help me!”

“A what?” she laughed. “A kind lady? I’m not a fool to fall for your flattery! I don’t help beggars like you! OUT!”

“But I’ve heard such great things about you, ma’am,” he pleaded further. “You give so much to charity. Your neighbors told me you’re a generous woman. May I know why you’re being so cold to me?”

“Look, mister,” she said rudely. “I don’t do charity! That’s all for show. I just needed to build a good reputation for myself, that’s all. Now get lost, and never knock on this door again for any help! EVER!”

At that point, Bianca’s mask of lies fell off, and Jack knew exactly what his next step would be.

“Well then, ma’am,” he said, taking off his beard. “I don’t think we can continue this relationship. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine, and I think I did a good job, didn’t I? I deceived you as you deceived me.”

“Jack?” Bianca’s eyes were wide open in disbelief. “Babe, what was this? You were kidding, right? Look, I know it was you. I knew that right from the start, so I was just playing along!”

Jack laughed and tossed the envelope he’d gotten from Mr. Hilton on the floor. “IT’S OVER, Anne! Can’t believe I fell for someone like you! I’ll make sure you pay for what you did.”

In the end, Jack called the cops on Bianca, whose real name was Anne, and she was apprehended. Three years have passed since then, and she never resurfaced in his life again.

As of now, Jack is a happy family man and a daddy to his little twin girls. He found true love shortly after breaking up with Bianca and is living his dream life with his beloved wife and adorable children. He is still thankful that he accidentally saw Biance insulting the poor man that day and saved his life from being ruined.

What can we learn from this story?

• Lies and deception may have a present, but they don’t have a future. Bianca/Anne could never have imagined in her wildest dreams that her true identity would be revealed, but karma caught up with her, and she couldn’t get away this time.
• Love should not be hasty, and there’s no space for lies in a relationship. Jack rushed through the relationship, convinced Bianca/Anne was the perfect choice for him, only to discover later that he had landed himself in a fake, contrived relationship. Thankfully, he was able to find a way out of it.

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