He Rented My Jet To Impress Another Girl Novel – The day before the semester started, Ethan Carter asked to borrow my plane. I thought he’d finally had a change of heart, so I generously agreed without hesitation. He transferred me $8.31 as “rental fees,” saying he would never take charity. The amount said it all. I smiled and accepted. On the first day of school, I kept a low profile and took a cab back to Riverside University—only to find my private jet parked right in the middle of campus. It was covered in pink balloons and ribbons, drawing countless envious stares. For a moment, I thought Ethan had grown up and planned a surprise for me.
I was actually a little excited. But as I got closer, I saw Chloe Bennett sitting barefoot in my custom pilot’s seat, looking completely at home. “Oh my God, is that a private jet? Whose is it? That’s insane!” “Can’t you see Chloe right there? Our department’s star is literally on it!” “No wonder she posted on social media yesterday about her ‘sweet back-to-school gift.’ Talk about rich!” I stood at the edge of the crowd, frowning as I watched my jet, The Madison, wrapped up like a birthday cake in gaudy ribbons. It had been my eighteenth birthday present.
And just yesterday, Ethan had borrowed it. Thinking I must have been seeing things, I stepped closer to double-check. I tugged away one of the oversized bows on the tail fin, and my heart sank—the initials my mother had engraved were now scratched beyond recognition. Chloe, in a brand-new white dress and a smug little smile, strutted toward me, surrounded by her friends. She lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes at me. “Madison? What are you doing here? I wasn’t trying to show off, but my boyfriend insisted on surprising me on the first day.” I took two steps forward, my voice cold. “Chloe, you have ten minutes to restore my plane to its original condition.” Her smirk froze.
Panic flickered in her eyes before she snapped, “What are you talking about?” “I mean exactly this,” I raised a hand and pointed at the vandalized jet. “This is my plane. And for the record, my pilot’s seat isn’t for barefoot strangers. It disgusts me.” “Bullshit!” Chloe snapped. “This jet is a gift from my boyfriend! He’s the Carter heir—a family you’re probably not even important enought to have heard of. Some taxi-riding pauper like you dares to claim this plane? What a pathetic joke.” She flicked her hand, and her friends immediately shoved me against the fuselage.
With a sharp slap, Chloe’s palm cracked across my face, leaving my cheek burning hot. The air around us went dead silent. I locked my gaze on hers, unblinking. My silence made her uneasy, and she lifted her chin again, trying to cover it up. “What are you staring at? Think that pitiful face makes you a rich girl? If this plane is actually yours, I’ll get down and clean your shoes with my own hands.” I tore myself free and ripped away the bow tied around the tail. “Chloe, do you even realize the initials ‘M.C.’ carved here are my name?” “Shut the hell up! You shameless bitch still trying to lie your way out?” She grabbed a fistful of my hair and tried to slam me against the tail wing. “Open your damn eyes! Where’s this so-called carving? Show me!” Fuming, she yanked my hair while stomping her foot in rage.
I shoved her away and pulled out my phone, dialing Ethan’s number. The call was instantly declined. I tried again. This time, it connected.