My Roommate Fattened Me Up To Steal My Billionaire Fiancé Chapter 01
After I fell for the heir to one of D.C.’s most powerful old-money families online, I somehow dieted my way from 176 pounds up to 204.
When I hit my lowest point, I stumbled across a viral Reddit thread posted from a throwaway account.
The post asked, [What’s the biggest score you’ve ever pulled off?]
The top comment read, [I beat my roommate to their first in-person date and stole her online boyfriend. He’s already proposed, and we’re getting married soon.]
[She probably still has no idea that the harder she tries to lose weight, the more she gains, because I replaced her vitamins with pills that made her put on weight.]
People in the comments tore into her for being manipulative and cruel, but she only grew smugger.
[Have you seen what she looks like? Meeting him in person was always going to end badly for her. Why let a good catch go to waste?]
[Honestly, she should thank me. At least she’ll still get to be a bridesmaid at her dream guy’s wedding someday. LOL.]
When I confronted my roommate with the post, she twisted the story around, and the whole campus ended up mocking me as a jealous fat pig who couldn’t stand seeing a beautiful girl win.
My roommate went on to marry into a wealthy family, while I suffered a fatal hemorrhagic stroke brought on by extreme obesity.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night before our first meeting.
***
The suffocating pressure suddenly receded.
I shot upright, dragging in breath after breath.
The familiar privacy curtain around my lofted dorm bed came into focus, and the faint scent of laundry detergent hung in the air. I was back in my college dorm.
I had gone back in time.
My hand shook as I reached beneath my pillow for my phone. The screen lit up with the date: August 1, 2026.
There were exactly twenty-four hours left before I was supposed to meet my online boyfriend, Reid Whitaker—the heir to one of D.C.’s most powerful old-money families—in person for the first time.
“Well, Nora Bennett, you’re finally awake?”
A sharp voice, laced with smug amusement, floated up from below my lofted bed.
I pulled back the curtain and looked down.
Vanessa Price was sitting at her vanity with a sheet mask on. She held a sleek white bottle in one hand and casually tossed it onto my desk.
“Here. Your premium vitamins. You forgot to take one today, so I put the bottle on your desk for you. You have to stay consistent. Tonight’s the last pill, and tomorrow you’ll be looking your best when you meet your online boyfriend.”
My fingers began to tremble uncontrollably as I stared at the bottle.
In my previous life, I was five foot five, weighed only 121 pounds, and had soft, delicate features.
Six months earlier, I had met Reid on a voice-acting app.
His voice was deep and magnetic, and he spoke with effortless sophistication.
We talked about everything from poetry and music to the meaning of life, and we fell for each other fast.
He told me more than once that looks did not matter to him. He loved my soul.
But I wanted to look perfect standing beside him, so I threw myself into losing weight.
Instead, the harder I tried to lose weight, the more I gained.
I worked out for two hours every day and lived on salads, but my weight kept climbing at an impossible rate. In just six months, I went from 121 pounds to 176, then all the way to 204.
Deep stretch marks covered my body, and even a short walk left me breathless.
I was ashamed and miserable, but Vanessa would wrap her arms around me every day and comfort me in the gentlest voice.
“Nora, it’s just water retention. You’ll be fine. Keep taking those premium vitamins I bought you. They’ll balance your hormones, and the weight will come off.”
I believed she was my best friend and could not thank her enough.
Then, on the day I was supposed to meet my online boyfriend in person for the first time, Reid never showed.
I assumed he had found out what I really looked like and was trying to reject me as gently as he could.
Devastated, I broke down completely in the bathroom, and that was when I found the viral thread. That was when I saw that viral r/AskReddit thread posted from a throwaway account.
The post read, [Be honest. What’s the biggest score you’ve ever pulled off?]
The top comment read, [I beat my roommate to their first in-person date and stole her online boyfriend. He’s already proposed, and we’re getting married soon.]
[She probably still has no idea that the harder she tries to lose weight, the more she gains, because I secretly interfered with her weight-loss plan.]
[Oh, and apparently he comes from money. His family is part of D.C.’s old-money elite. I seriously hit the jackpot.]
People in the comments tore into her for being manipulative and cruel, but she only grew smugger.
[She was never going to be his type in person. Why should a man like him end up with someone who couldn’t appreciate his worth?]
[Honestly, she should thank me. At least she’ll still get to be a bridesmaid at her dream guy’s wedding someday. LOL.]
That was when I realized Reid had shown up after all.
Vanessa had gotten there first and stolen him.
She had spent every day prying into the details of my conversations with Reid and had even trained herself to imitate my voice, all in preparation for that day.
Meanwhile, day after day, I unknowingly took the pills she had substituted for my vitamins, and my weight kept climbing until I reached 204 pounds.
When I confronted her with the post, she spun the story around and posted this on our university’s anonymous campus forum.
[My 204-Pound Pig of a Roommate Is Jealous I’m Marrying Rich and Is Using a Burner Account to Smear Me]
The ridicule and online harassment from the entire campus became the final blow.
Eventually, my health eventually collapsed, and I lost everything I had.
The last thing I saw was a TV news report about Reid renting an entire private island for his lavish wedding to Vanessa, his “savior and soulmate.”
“Nora? What are you thinking about? Take your pill.”
Vanessa turned around, fake concern plastered across her overfilled face.
I clenched my teeth and forced down the hatred boiling inside me.
Now that I had been given a second chance, confronting her immediately would only make her destroy the evidence. She might even contact Reid first and twist the story against me again.
I was still 204 pounds, while Vanessa still looked slim and beautiful.
Until I had solid proof, I could not tip her off.
“Thanks, Vanessa.”
I forced a grateful smile, picked up the bottle and popped the pink “vitamin” into my mouth while she watched.
Contempt and excitement flashed in Vanessa’s eyes before she turned back to the mirror and continued applying her lipstick.
She never saw me tuck the pill beneath my tongue as she looked away. When I got up to use the bathroom, I spat it into the toilet in disgust and flushed it away.
Vanessa, this time, I’ll make sure the truth comes out.
