Mistaken for the Heartthrob's Sugar Baby, I'm His Niece

The whole campus called me a gold digger. At the Fall Gala, I stepped up to accept my Outstanding Freshman trophy—until leaked texts showed me begging frat president Julian Morgan for $500 and a place to stay. Chloe snatched my trophy, cutting my palm. A bottle struck me. Champagne drenched me as students screamed, "Leech!" They thought I'd blackmailed the campus golden boy. But Julian wasn't my sugar daddy. He was my uncle.