I met Andy Ford through a blind date, and he wasted no time trying to impress me. He insisted on taking me house shopping, claiming it was the next step toward our "future together."

We went straight to the most exclusive area in the city, where each villa screamed wealth and status. He confidently pointed at the priciest one and asked the agent to bring over the contract.

The moment we were about to sign, he suddenly decided to prove his loyalty.

"Babe, from now on, you're in charge. You call the shots. So why don't you sign the contract in your name?"

I should've seen it coming, but I played along. As soon as I signed, his smile was replaced by a mocking sneer as he forced me to pay.

"You didn't actually think I'd marry someone like you, did you? We've known each other for what—days? You're just another old woman hoping to catch a break."

Andy laughed, his voice sharp with malice. "But don't worry, since the house is under your name, why don't you be a good girl and pay for it? Can't afford it? I hear nude loans are quite popular these days."

Behind him, his phone was propped up, streaming live to a cheering audience. A flood of comments rolled in, with faceless viewers egging him on to humiliate me further.

But instead of crumbling, I smiled. Calmly, I took out my phone and paid for the house in full. The transaction was done in seconds.

Before he could recover, I made another call—to the police, reporting him for harassment and causing a disturbance.

As he begged, his arrogance evaporating, I silently cursed his stupidity.

Clearly, he had done no research. If he had, he'd know I wasn't just anyone—I was the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in town.

*****

Andy wasn't just any scammer—he had a whole system. He made his living exposing so-called "gold diggers" on live streams, each episode designed to publicly humiliate women he met through blind dates.

I had watched one of his videos.

"Babe, once we're married, everything will be yours, so why don't you go ahead and sign for the car?"

He'd say, leading a woman to the most expensive car of a luxury dealership, grinning slyly like the devil himself.

But the moment they signed, he'd drop the act. His smirk would widen, and the taunting would begin.

"You didn't really think I'd marry you, did you? Women like you are desperate—just a bunch of washed-up, broke nobodies clinging to the dream of being rich!"

He sneered and continued, "Come on, fork over the money for the car. Or maybe try a naked IOU? Though, being old and ugly as you are, I doubt how much you could borrow.

But hey, if you're really broke, you can always get on your knees and lick my shoes clean. If you do a good enough job, I might just buy it for you."

The woman's face turned ghostly pale, her eyes flashing with hatred.

But, defeated, she stepped aside, trying to call her family for help.

Before she could dial, Andy snatched the phone from her hand and slammed it to the ground. The phone shattered instantly, the pieces scattering across the floor.

His smug grin widened. "You're not leaving here without paying!"

"Now, before the sales rep files the contract, why don't you get on your knees and say, 'I'm just a worthless burden no one wants.'

Do that, and maybe—just maybe—I'll have them cancel the contract."

Helpless, the woman did as she was told, kneeling on the cold floor, reluctantly knocking her head on the ground while muttering the words of self-humiliation.

After that, she started to rise, but Andy frowned, unimpressed.

"Not enough. Looks like you're paying today after all."

He waved over the staff, ordering them to drag her to the cashier.

As they forced her along, tears streamed down her face while she desperately tried to borrow money.

Satisfied, Andy sneered. "Women are pathetic. Always think spreading their legs will get them a free pass. Ha, dream on!"