One day, in the school's group chat, I accidentally revealed that I was the daughter of Sanfiric Inc.'s chairman. Out of nowhere, Sally jumped in with a scathing remark: [Do you have no shame? Clinging to some random man and calling him ‘Dad' just because you're desperate to be an heiress. Have you lost your mind?] Her accusation left me completely baffled. I didn't even bother responding, but she wasn't about to let it go. She bombarded the chat with photos and videos, all claiming to prove that she was the real heiress. In a video she shared, she was clinging to my father's arm, acting sweet and coy. I stared at the screen in shock, my mind reeling. Before I could even process what I was seeing, the school advisor kicked me out of the group chat entirely. "How could we have such a vain and shameless student? You're a disgrace to the school!" Furious, I whipped out my phone and called my dad. The moment he picked up, I exploded, "Roger Burberry, do you have another daughter I don't know about?!"
View MoreWhen the word "compensation" was mentioned, the crowd of onlookers began to panic. Those who had just spoken up for Sally hastily changed their tune. "It's all Sally's fault! If she hadn't acted so convincing, I never would've stuck my neck out for her. She should pay for this mess herself!" "Exactly! The advisor was the one who told me to hold Rachel down. I'm not taking the fall for this." "Hah! You all thought I was Roger's daughter and wanted to curry favor with me. Serves you right! I didn't even touch that watch." Sally straightened her neck defiantly, wearing the expression of someone too shameless to be intimidated. The advisor, now completely enraged, kicked Sally to the ground with a force that sent gasps through the crowd."You wretched girl! Because of you, I'm not only losing my job—I might even end up in jail! I'll beat you to death!" The two of them rolled on the ground, clawing and grappling like feral cats, as a group of media reporters, drawn by the commo
With a heavy heart, he turned his gaze to Sally. "Why did you have to do this?" he said, his voice filled with sorrow. "I always thought you were a good student, someone who excelled in both character and academics. I sponsored your education because I wanted you to have a bright future, not to turn into a selfish, underhanded person." "Selfish? Underhanded?" Sally let out a bitter laugh, tears welling up in her eyes, her gaze burning with hatred as she glared at me. The look in her eyes was enough to make you think she wanted to grind my bones to dust. "Why shouldn't I use any means necessary?" she spat. "I was born with nothing! Everything I've had, I had to fight for. And no matter how hard I try, I can never match her—she just has to say a word, and it's all handed to her! "Rachel has had everything since the moment she was born. She has a rich and happy family. When I saw her room in your villa, the jealousy in my heart grew like weeds in a field. All I wanted was a little
I was so stunned by the scene unfolding before me that I couldn't think straight, much less speak. But the advisor's hand clamped over my mouth, and in a fit of desperation, I bit down hard. "Ouch! You little brat! You dare bite me!" she shrieked, yanking her hand away and raising it, ready to slap me. I didn't let up. My fury exploded, and I turned toward my father, shouting at the top of my lungs: "Roger Burberry! You'd better explain yourself today! When did you get another daughter?!" The words hung in the air, and the whole area went silent. All eyes were now on me. The advisor froze, her hand suspended in midair, suddenly caught in an awkward position. She quickly scurried toward my father, wearing the sweetest, most obsequious smile. "Mr. Burberry, this student has some mental issues. She's gone completely mad trying to climb the social ladder. She's disturbed you and your daughter's graduation ceremony, but don't worry, I'll have her removed at once." She made a qui
Seeing her about to tear open the charm, my face turned ashen. "Don't you dare open that! Give it back to me!" My sudden outburst made Sally even more intrigued. Her eyes lit up with a gleam of mischief as she snatched the charm from the advisor's hand and turned it over in her fingers like it was some puzzling artifact. "This thing doesn't look like much. Why are you so worked up? What's in here? Why are you so desperate to keep it hidden?" Panic surged through me, hot and wild. From somewhere, I found the strength to break free from the grip of those pinning me down. I lunged at her like a cornered animal. "Sally, if you return that charm to me in one piece, I'll forget what happened here today. You of all people should understand exactly what I mean." That charm wasn't worth much in money, but its value to me was beyond measure. It was hand-stitched by my grandmother.When I was a child, my parents were too busy with work to look after me, so I grew up under my grandmot
The watch I wore did indeed have a tiny "S" discreetly engraved on its face, just as Sally claimed. But it wasn't, as she so smugly suggested, the initial of her name. It was my mother's—Summer Murphy. That watch was a gift my father had brought back from a business trip for her. She'd dismissed it as too trendy for formal occasions and tossed it my way without a second thought. So much for Sally's story about it being a precious birthday gift. But then, how did that photo on her social media exist? Could it be... she's my father's illegitimate daughter?The thought hit me like a rogue wave, making my brows knit tightly. My hesitation must have shown on my face, because the crowd took it as fear. "Ha! Scared now, are you? Where's all that bravado you had when you were hitting her?" "Exactly! Stealing such an expensive item and daring to fight about it? Unbelievable. Now that you've been exposed, let's see how you'll wriggle out of this." "Don't let her off, Sally. People
"Is that a Patek Philippe on your wrist?!" The girl seized my hand, her fingers locking around my wrist like a vice. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the watch with a mixture of shock and disbelief. "And it's real! How in the world do you have such an expensive watch?" The laughter that had filled the air moments before came to an abrupt halt. Heads turned toward me, and now every gaze was sharp with astonishment. "Impossible. You've got to be mistaken," one classmate muttered, looking skeptically at the girl. But she shook her head so fiercely it was a wonder it didn't come loose. "Not a chance! My mom works in luxury watch sales, and she's taught me all the tricks to spot a fake. This one's genuine." The murmurs around me grew louder, but before they could build into anything more, Sally stormed forward, her face twisted with fury. Without warning, she raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face."I've been wondering where my watch went!" she shrieked, her voice shar
I sat there, fuming and dumbfounded for a few moments. I grabbed my phone to call my father and demanded some answers. The line rang a few times before someone picked up, but it wasn't my father—it was his secretary. Her voice came through polite but apologetic. "Mr. Burberry is currently inspecting the development project at the mountain resort. He doesn't have his phone on him and can't be reached for now. Ms. Murphy, if it's something urgent, you can tell me, and I'll relay the message to him as soon as he returns." I took a deep breath, forcing myself to rein in my temper."That's fine. Thank you, Betsy," I said, striving to keep my voice calm. Lately, my father had been run ragged with the company's new business expansion. He worked tirelessly, day and night, to the point that even catching a glimpse of him had become a rare occurrence. But tomorrow was my graduation ceremony, and no matter how busy he was, I knew he wouldn't miss it. I stared at my phone screen for
Sally: [Surely, y'all have heard of Sanfiric Villa—the most famous estate in the city? Well, that's my home.] Her tone dripping with smugness and laced with mockery. Sally: [Rachel Murphy, if you're going to impersonate someone's daughter, at least try harder! Your last name is Murphy, not Burberry. How do you even have the nerve to spin such an outrageous lie?] The moment Sally posted those damning words alongside her glittering photos, the group chat turned into a maelstrom of judgment and gossip. [Oh my gosh, someone's actually shameless enough to pretend to be a rich kid, get called out, and still refuse to admit it!][Different last names, yet claiming to be Mr. Burberry's daughter? She must be desperate to climb the social ladder!][This is beyond embarrassing. People wrapped up in their vanity like this deserve to be exposed.]The tide shifted fully in Sally's favor, and the flattery began to pour in, tagging her in post after post.[Princess Sally, can we be friends
It was a quiet afternoon in the university library, and I was bent over my IELTS prep materials, diligently working toward my dream of studying abroad after graduation. Suddenly, the tranquility was broken by the insistent vibration of my phone. I picked it up and saw a barrage of messages from our class advisor in the campus group chat. [@Everyone, a heartfelt thank you to Mr. Roger Burberry for his generous support of our university. Would Mr. Burberry's daughter please contact me? The school extends a warm invitation to you and your father to attend tomorrow's graduation ceremony as honored guests.] The moment I saw my father's name in the message, I froze for a second, perplexed. Why was the school looking for me and my dad? Scrolling up, I found a string of photos that the advisor had shared earlier. In the pictures, my father, looking every bit the confident businessman, was shaking hands with the university dean, the two of them standing beside a gleaming ribbon, ready t
It was a quiet afternoon in the university library, and I was bent over my IELTS prep materials, diligently working toward my dream of studying abroad after graduation. Suddenly, the tranquility was broken by the insistent vibration of my phone. I picked it up and saw a barrage of messages from our class advisor in the campus group chat. [@Everyone, a heartfelt thank you to Mr. Roger Burberry for his generous support of our university. Would Mr. Burberry's daughter please contact me? The school extends a warm invitation to you and your father to attend tomorrow's graduation ceremony as honored guests.] The moment I saw my father's name in the message, I froze for a second, perplexed. Why was the school looking for me and my dad? Scrolling up, I found a string of photos that the advisor had shared earlier. In the pictures, my father, looking every bit the confident businessman, was shaking hands with the university dean, the two of them standing beside a gleaming ribbon, ready t
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