"My daughter, the world's richest woman—Ungrateful, Heartless, and Worse Than a Beast."Talkzone posted this half an hour ago, and it instantly went viral. The post racked up hundreds of millions of reposts and widened the gap from the second-hottest trending topic nearly tenfold. The company's servers were undoubtedly struggling under the strain, and their staff was in for a long night of overtime.I looked at the number one trending topic and couldn't help but laugh. Dad was illiterate, let alone able to use a computer to post something like this. It was obvious that Abby was behind it. Still, I kept reading.The post, written from Dad's perspective, accused me outright of being an ungrateful daughter. It claimed that he and Mom had raised me through years of hardship and sacrifice.When Rick and I got into college, my parents couldn't afford tuition for both of us, so my brother gave up his future so I could go instead.Later, when I started my business, my family poured th
An online smear campaign against me had erupted. Every company associated with me hit the limit down in the stock market these past few days. Executives from my subsidiaries kept calling and were eager to speak up for me. Even the CEO of a major social media platform came personally to apologize. He promised to take down the posts about me. But I turned them all down.I was the world's wealthiest person, yet because of a family dispute, I had become public enemy number one. The irony was almost laughable.Meanwhile, Abby started a live stream. She broadcast my so-called 'crimes' to the world, and painted me as beyond redemption—all while raking in money from her sales stream. In just three days, her viewership had grown to over 100,000, and she was raking in cash like never before.Then Dad called, and he sounded unbearably smug as he laid out three demands.First, I had to transfer all my assets to Boltie. Second, I had to publicly apologize to Abby on my knees, and broadcast
Abby's press conference was at the same hotel where the business conference had been held, and it was still packed with people. By the time I arrived, my parents were hugging Bolton, crying as they wailed about how unfair I'd been to them as their daughter. Rick sat off to the side as he stared blankly without saying anything. When he saw me, he stood up, and his lips parted slightly. "Re—""You ungrateful brat! How dare you show your face here? I ought to slap you senseless!" Mom charged at me, and her hand was raised like she was about to hit me. However, a bodyguard stepped in and stopped her.Dad shouted, "She's my wife, and this is our daughter. Even if she beats her to a pulp, it's her right. Get out of the way."Abby grabbed a microphone and started waving it around dramatically. "Did you hear that? She was born a Jonson, and she'll die a Jonson. Now get out of the way."As if that wasn't enough, she added, "I've got a million followers online. If you dare side with her,
"World's Wealthiest Person Condemned by Her Own Parents"Abby's press conference had caused a stir not only among the people back home but also abroad. And for me, it was the opportunity I'd been waiting for.I showed every piece of proof I had—from working part-time jobs to pay for school fees back in middle school to my college days hustling for extra cash, to buying a villa for my family. I even had chat logs and purchase records—everything from luxury jewelry to the more personal items, like when Abby had to buy her own sanitary products. All of it was up for display in the live stream.Abby's face turned pale. She shouted that everything was fake and that, as the world's wealthiest person, I could easily forge such evidence.I clapped my hands, and several cars pulled up. Out stepped a group of people of different ages, but all with one thing in common."Mr. Langdon, Mr. Bronze, Mrs. Zance, Mr. Crowe…"Dad, who definitely didn't have dementia, recognized each of them—peopl
That day, I cried. And I knew countless others in front of the screen were crying too.My ex-classmates had come. There were also faces I didn't recognize, but the school badges on them looked familiar."I'm from the 80th Becca Bloom Elementary School.""I'm from the 68th.""We're from the 326th."The badges were from the schools I helped build. The schools where my former classmates—people who had given up comfortable careers—had gone to teach. And these children were from those schools.This wasn't something I had planned since they said they had come of their own volition. They just hadn't expected me to step onto the stage before they could."Hey, we've come too!"After these kids stepped forward, elderly people and disabled adults walked up as well.At that moment, I looked at Dad and Rick. There was a time when they taught me to be kind to others and to give back to society once I had money. The police even arrested some foreign media people. They said these were forei
I opened the door just in time to see my sister-in-law, Abby Carlton, standing by the foyer. She was trying to cram a bunch of designer bags I had given her into a suitcase.She heard the noise and quickly turned around to look at me. "Y-You… Who told you to come back?" Her face darkened, and she couldn't stop glancing toward the living room, where suitcases were piled up.On the couch, my mom, Sandra Cartel, got to her feet. Her expression turned sour. "Why are you back so soon?"Over the years, I'd bought her countless silk fabrics, jewelry, and accessories. But now, she was wearing old, worn-out clothes, as if they'd been dug up from who knows where. They didn't match her usual rosy complexion at all.I glanced at my dad, Downey Jonson, and caught his displeasure look before shutting the door behind me. It was like sealing off two completely different worlds—the one inside and the outside, where a luxury car was parked.Dad stood up. "It's too hot outside. Boltie got a heat
"Jinx, get out of here!" my nephew, Bolton, blurted out even though he had only just started learning to talk. Then, he pointed at me and shouted, "Sell her for money. Sell her for money!"As soon as the words left his mouth, Rick smacked his son's hand and frowned. "How could you talk to your aunt like that?"Bolton immediately started crying.Abby and my parents rushed over. Then, she shouted, "What's going on? Why are you picking on my son?"I brushed her off and turned to Rick. "So, where am I staying tonight?" I asked.Abby wasn't done. She pointed her finger inches from my face and snapped, "I don't care where you go—just get out!""Enough!" Rick shouted, then looked at me. "Why don't you stay at a hotel tonight? I'll book a nice room for you.""Why?" I laughed bitterly. "It's my house. Why can't I stay here?"The air grew heavy with tension. Rick looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read."Jinx! Jinx!" Bolton's adorable face streaked with tears but still spi
Rick didn't try to stop me in the end. With Abby shouting and my parents looking furious, I walked out the door. Even when I got into the luxury car meant for Dad, none of them came outside to see me off or even look through the window. If they had, they might have realized that their daughter and sister's claim about going bankrupt and running away was just a joke.That night, I moved into the luxury villa I'd just bought, which had originally been intended as a gift for Rick, much like the one I had planned for Dad.My assistant, Diana Lance, helped me move my belongings in. Before she left, I stopped her. "I heard you graduated from the Faculty of Law at Nortingham University?" I asked."Yes, Ms. Johnson." She glanced at me before lowering her eyes."So, can I get back the villa I just gave away and the other stuff I gave away?"Diana quickly caught on. Maybe after hearing the conversation at the door, she'd already guessed how things would unfold. When I asked her, she a
That day, I cried. And I knew countless others in front of the screen were crying too.My ex-classmates had come. There were also faces I didn't recognize, but the school badges on them looked familiar."I'm from the 80th Becca Bloom Elementary School.""I'm from the 68th.""We're from the 326th."The badges were from the schools I helped build. The schools where my former classmates—people who had given up comfortable careers—had gone to teach. And these children were from those schools.This wasn't something I had planned since they said they had come of their own volition. They just hadn't expected me to step onto the stage before they could."Hey, we've come too!"After these kids stepped forward, elderly people and disabled adults walked up as well.At that moment, I looked at Dad and Rick. There was a time when they taught me to be kind to others and to give back to society once I had money. The police even arrested some foreign media people. They said these were forei
"World's Wealthiest Person Condemned by Her Own Parents"Abby's press conference had caused a stir not only among the people back home but also abroad. And for me, it was the opportunity I'd been waiting for.I showed every piece of proof I had—from working part-time jobs to pay for school fees back in middle school to my college days hustling for extra cash, to buying a villa for my family. I even had chat logs and purchase records—everything from luxury jewelry to the more personal items, like when Abby had to buy her own sanitary products. All of it was up for display in the live stream.Abby's face turned pale. She shouted that everything was fake and that, as the world's wealthiest person, I could easily forge such evidence.I clapped my hands, and several cars pulled up. Out stepped a group of people of different ages, but all with one thing in common."Mr. Langdon, Mr. Bronze, Mrs. Zance, Mr. Crowe…"Dad, who definitely didn't have dementia, recognized each of them—peopl
Abby's press conference was at the same hotel where the business conference had been held, and it was still packed with people. By the time I arrived, my parents were hugging Bolton, crying as they wailed about how unfair I'd been to them as their daughter. Rick sat off to the side as he stared blankly without saying anything. When he saw me, he stood up, and his lips parted slightly. "Re—""You ungrateful brat! How dare you show your face here? I ought to slap you senseless!" Mom charged at me, and her hand was raised like she was about to hit me. However, a bodyguard stepped in and stopped her.Dad shouted, "She's my wife, and this is our daughter. Even if she beats her to a pulp, it's her right. Get out of the way."Abby grabbed a microphone and started waving it around dramatically. "Did you hear that? She was born a Jonson, and she'll die a Jonson. Now get out of the way."As if that wasn't enough, she added, "I've got a million followers online. If you dare side with her,
An online smear campaign against me had erupted. Every company associated with me hit the limit down in the stock market these past few days. Executives from my subsidiaries kept calling and were eager to speak up for me. Even the CEO of a major social media platform came personally to apologize. He promised to take down the posts about me. But I turned them all down.I was the world's wealthiest person, yet because of a family dispute, I had become public enemy number one. The irony was almost laughable.Meanwhile, Abby started a live stream. She broadcast my so-called 'crimes' to the world, and painted me as beyond redemption—all while raking in money from her sales stream. In just three days, her viewership had grown to over 100,000, and she was raking in cash like never before.Then Dad called, and he sounded unbearably smug as he laid out three demands.First, I had to transfer all my assets to Boltie. Second, I had to publicly apologize to Abby on my knees, and broadcast
"My daughter, the world's richest woman—Ungrateful, Heartless, and Worse Than a Beast."Talkzone posted this half an hour ago, and it instantly went viral. The post racked up hundreds of millions of reposts and widened the gap from the second-hottest trending topic nearly tenfold. The company's servers were undoubtedly struggling under the strain, and their staff was in for a long night of overtime.I looked at the number one trending topic and couldn't help but laugh. Dad was illiterate, let alone able to use a computer to post something like this. It was obvious that Abby was behind it. Still, I kept reading.The post, written from Dad's perspective, accused me outright of being an ungrateful daughter. It claimed that he and Mom had raised me through years of hardship and sacrifice.When Rick and I got into college, my parents couldn't afford tuition for both of us, so my brother gave up his future so I could go instead.Later, when I started my business, my family poured th
Everyone could see the mocking, sharp look on Abby's face as I forced a bitter smile.The wealthy businessmen and high society elites who wanted to shake my hand and chat with me suddenly stopped in their tracks. Some of them, Kingsley included, had met me before. So, they knew who I was.One of them immediately snapped, "Which news outlet are you with? How dare you spout nonsense like that here?"Kingsley looked furious, but his first instinct was to apologize to me. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Jon—”But before he could finish, Abby cut him off. "Mr. Brandon, why are you being so polite to her? She's just a washed-up nobody. Why are you apologizing to her?" Her tone was dripping with disbelief, and the look she gave me was pure venom.But Kingsley was even angrier than her. "How do you know she's a 'washed-up nobody'?" he spat through clenched teeth. His voice was filled with barely contained rage.Abby didn't get it. It was like she'd flipped some kind of switch. She pointed at me a
Rick didn't try to stop me in the end. With Abby shouting and my parents looking furious, I walked out the door. Even when I got into the luxury car meant for Dad, none of them came outside to see me off or even look through the window. If they had, they might have realized that their daughter and sister's claim about going bankrupt and running away was just a joke.That night, I moved into the luxury villa I'd just bought, which had originally been intended as a gift for Rick, much like the one I had planned for Dad.My assistant, Diana Lance, helped me move my belongings in. Before she left, I stopped her. "I heard you graduated from the Faculty of Law at Nortingham University?" I asked."Yes, Ms. Johnson." She glanced at me before lowering her eyes."So, can I get back the villa I just gave away and the other stuff I gave away?"Diana quickly caught on. Maybe after hearing the conversation at the door, she'd already guessed how things would unfold. When I asked her, she a
"Jinx, get out of here!" my nephew, Bolton, blurted out even though he had only just started learning to talk. Then, he pointed at me and shouted, "Sell her for money. Sell her for money!"As soon as the words left his mouth, Rick smacked his son's hand and frowned. "How could you talk to your aunt like that?"Bolton immediately started crying.Abby and my parents rushed over. Then, she shouted, "What's going on? Why are you picking on my son?"I brushed her off and turned to Rick. "So, where am I staying tonight?" I asked.Abby wasn't done. She pointed her finger inches from my face and snapped, "I don't care where you go—just get out!""Enough!" Rick shouted, then looked at me. "Why don't you stay at a hotel tonight? I'll book a nice room for you.""Why?" I laughed bitterly. "It's my house. Why can't I stay here?"The air grew heavy with tension. Rick looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read."Jinx! Jinx!" Bolton's adorable face streaked with tears but still spi
I opened the door just in time to see my sister-in-law, Abby Carlton, standing by the foyer. She was trying to cram a bunch of designer bags I had given her into a suitcase.She heard the noise and quickly turned around to look at me. "Y-You… Who told you to come back?" Her face darkened, and she couldn't stop glancing toward the living room, where suitcases were piled up.On the couch, my mom, Sandra Cartel, got to her feet. Her expression turned sour. "Why are you back so soon?"Over the years, I'd bought her countless silk fabrics, jewelry, and accessories. But now, she was wearing old, worn-out clothes, as if they'd been dug up from who knows where. They didn't match her usual rosy complexion at all.I glanced at my dad, Downey Jonson, and caught his displeasure look before shutting the door behind me. It was like sealing off two completely different worlds—the one inside and the outside, where a luxury car was parked.Dad stood up. "It's too hot outside. Boltie got a heat