On the day David was sentenced, I went to the courthouse. Sitting in the defendant’s seat, his eyes bore into us, filled with such hatred it was almost suffocating. Through the investigation, we uncovered the full extent of his crimes. David had abused his position to embezzle funds, sell off assets, and deceive others. He even stole nearly two million dollars’ worth of items from our home, including handbags, jewelry, antiques, and paintings. He was clever, targeting things that had been stored away for years or rarely used, ensuring we wouldn’t notice. For years, my father and I had been completely in the dark, unknowingly feeding the greed of his entire family. With undeniable evidence and the sheer scale of his crimes, David was sentenced to life in prison. Lucy was sentenced to ten years for spreading defamatory rumors and causing severe damage to our reputation. After seeing both father and daughter behind bars, my dad and I decided to take a much-needed b
I heard that Lucy lost her mind in prison and repeatedly attacked her cellmates. She would mutter my name over and over. Due to her increasingly violent tendencies, she was transferred to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. Every day, Lucy locked herself in her room, holding a shard of glass as if it were a necklace. “I’m Lily Anderson! I’m the heiress of Anderson Corporation!” Sometimes, she would stare at the sky with a foolish smile, claiming her father would come to take her home soon. It was hard to tell whether she was truly insane or just pretending. Either way, the doctors and nurses were at their wit’s end, constantly worried she might use the glass to harm someone. When David found out about his daughter’s condition, he cried uncontrollably. Perhaps he was mourning the fact that Lucy had lost her last shred of value to him. But none of this had anything to do with me anymore. At that moment, my dad and I were lying on a beach in the Eldives, baski
On my birthday, my dad gave me an exquisite pink diamond necklace. This wasn’t just any necklace. My dad had bought the raw pink diamond at an auction, designed the piece himself, and had it polished to perfection through countless refinements. The large pink diamond at the center was surrounded by smaller diamonds, sparkling brilliantly in the sunlight. When he gave it to me, he said, “My daughter deserves the best this world has to offer.” I was not someone who usually posted much on social media, but I couldn’t resist showing it off. I snapped a photo and shared it. The post instantly blew up. “Oh my gosh, Miss Anderson has it all. She has both looks and money. This necklace is absolutely gorgeous!”“Miss Anderson, tell me how much it cost so I can give up on life!” “Seriously, why couldn’t the world throw a little wealth my way too?” Within minutes, dozens of comments poured in. But one stood out, and not in a good way.“So being a manager gives you the right
I replied to the comment, “This necklace is mine. If you don’t believe me, I can show you the certificate and purchase records to prove it.” Lily quickly fired back, “Certificates can be faked. Who are you trying to fool with your ‘bought it at an auction’ story? Have you even set foot in an auction house? You broke loser!” The situation became tense, but her claim about being the Anderson family heiress caught my attention. The Anderson family’s heiress? Since when did my dad have another daughter? Just as I was trying to make sense of it, my boyfriend sent me a message. We work at the same company, so he must have seen everything unfold. I assumed he was reaching out to comfort me, but when I opened the message, my heart dropped. “Emily, I can’t believe you would stoop so low just to show off. Stealing from someone else? I’m so disappointed in you. We’re done.” He didn’t know about my real identity, so I could understand why he wouldn’t believe I could affo
“I didn’t steal anything, so why should I admit to it?” I had no idea why Lily was so determined to accuse me of stealing her necklace, but I wasn’t about to let anyone slander me. Seeing that I wouldn’t back down, Lily slammed her phone onto the table. “All the evidence is right here. Are you still going to deny it?” On her screen was a surveillance video clearly showing me walking into Lily’s office and leaving with a bag in hand. The remaining evidence consisted of the diamond certification and a selfie of Lily wearing the necklace. The timestamp on her photo was even earlier than when I received mine. “I never would have thought Miss Anderson, who comes across as so independent and capable, would turn out to be a thief behind the scenes.” “Everyone should double-check their valuables. Don’t let her take something without you noticing.” “You can protect yourself from outsiders, but it’s the ones closest to you that are the hardest to guard against!” As my
I rushed forward, but just as I did, my phone started ringing. “Sweetheart, the bag I ordered for you last month has been delivered to your office. Make sure to sign for it!” Before I could respond, my dad hung up in a hurry. At that moment, an employee from the luxury brand, Diane, approached with a beautifully wrapped gift box and asked, “Excuse me, are you Miss Anderson from Anderson Corporation?” I nodded and reached out to take the box, but a hand suddenly shoved me aside. “Miss Anderson, they’re asking for the heiress of Anderson Corporation. What does this have to do with you?” Lily stood there smugly, facing the employee, and gestured for him to hand the bag to her. The employee, clearly caught off guard by the situation, hesitated before cautiously asking again, “Which one of you is Miss Anderson?” Lily rolled her eyes and snapped, “Are you blind? I’m Miss Anderson! Now hurry up and give me the bag!” After dismissing the employee, Lily eagerly started t
The colleagues around me, noticing Lily’s confident demeanor, began urging me to back down. “Miss Anderson, just apologize. You’re clearly in the wrong here, pretending to be her. Once her father arrives, it’s only going to get worse for you.” “Exactly. Some people should take a good look at themselves. Just look at you in those cheap clothes, while Miss Lily Anderson is wearing designer brands from head to toe. It’s obvious who’s real and who’s fake.” I glanced down at my custom-made outfit, completely speechless. Apparently, not having a flashy logo meant it was “cheap.” No wonder some people couldn’t recognize understated luxury when they saw it. I raised my head and took a closer look at Lily’s so-called designer clothes and handbag. Something about them felt oddly familiar. Wait a second. That bag. Wasn’t it the one I disliked and had the housekeeper throw out? How did it end up with her? My thoughts were interrupted by a commotion near the door as a large
James tugged at my dad’s suit jacket with a look of disdain.“Come on, Emily, I’m not being unreasonable. If you’re going to hire actors, at least try harder. This guy’s wearing some no-name suit. It’s embarrassing!“Even when you’re pretending to be rich, you can’t get it right. That’s about the extent of your taste.” A few coworkers chimed in, circling me and my dad, mocking his simple outfit. “Sir, you really came here dressed like this to pretend to be Mr. Anderson? Do you even know how wealthy Mr. Anderson is?” “This is hilarious. He looks more like a salesman than a billionaire.” As their laughter reached its peak, a young woman holding her phone gasped in shock. “Wait! he actually looks like Mr. Anderson! There are pictures of him online!” Thankfully, not everyone in this company was clueless. The group crowded around, comparing the online photos to my dad, and realization began to dawn on them. James’s legs started to tremble, and his face turned pale.
I heard that Lucy lost her mind in prison and repeatedly attacked her cellmates. She would mutter my name over and over. Due to her increasingly violent tendencies, she was transferred to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. Every day, Lucy locked herself in her room, holding a shard of glass as if it were a necklace. “I’m Lily Anderson! I’m the heiress of Anderson Corporation!” Sometimes, she would stare at the sky with a foolish smile, claiming her father would come to take her home soon. It was hard to tell whether she was truly insane or just pretending. Either way, the doctors and nurses were at their wit’s end, constantly worried she might use the glass to harm someone. When David found out about his daughter’s condition, he cried uncontrollably. Perhaps he was mourning the fact that Lucy had lost her last shred of value to him. But none of this had anything to do with me anymore. At that moment, my dad and I were lying on a beach in the Eldives, baski
On the day David was sentenced, I went to the courthouse. Sitting in the defendant’s seat, his eyes bore into us, filled with such hatred it was almost suffocating. Through the investigation, we uncovered the full extent of his crimes. David had abused his position to embezzle funds, sell off assets, and deceive others. He even stole nearly two million dollars’ worth of items from our home, including handbags, jewelry, antiques, and paintings. He was clever, targeting things that had been stored away for years or rarely used, ensuring we wouldn’t notice. For years, my father and I had been completely in the dark, unknowingly feeding the greed of his entire family. With undeniable evidence and the sheer scale of his crimes, David was sentenced to life in prison. Lucy was sentenced to ten years for spreading defamatory rumors and causing severe damage to our reputation. After seeing both father and daughter behind bars, my dad and I decided to take a much-needed b
Just as I predicted, the online outrage turned against Lucy, bringing consequences she was completely unprepared to handle. When netizens discovered that the “victim” they had supported was calling them idiots behind their backs, their fury knew no bounds. They tracked down her home address and sent hateful packages to her doorstep, including black balloons and nasty notes. Some even vandalized her front door with paint. In contrast, James had played his cards much smarter. During the initial livestream, he barely said a word, keeping his involvement minimal. He avoided making public statements or leaving any traceable evidence on his accounts. But Lucy, blinded by her thrill at thinking she had taken me down, failed to notice his calculated withdrawal. Lucy couldn’t find any evidence to prove that James had instigated her actions, leaving her no choice but to watch helplessly as he abandoned her.She was left to face the full force of the law and its harsh consequen
I posted several photos of the necklaces and screenshots of our chat history on social media, but Lucy flat-out refused to admit the truth. She claimed the chat logs had been doctored and insisted I had forced her to say those things. In response, I uploaded detailed photos of the necklaces along with a signed confession from her father before he left. Surprisingly, the confession didn’t draw much attention. Instead, netizens were fixated on the revelation that “Lily” was actually named Lucy Walker. “This is hilarious. Lily turning out to be Lucy Walker is like a luxury apartment turning into a rundown motel. Can anyone else relate?”“So let me get this straight. Lucy used stolen goods from her dad to frame the real heiress, got exposed, and then ran online to play the victim? Is that the story?” “Don’t jump to conclusions. The rich can cover up anything. What if Lily’s telling the truth?” “Hey, Lucy Walker, why don’t you come defend yourself on your main account?”
A few days later, while relaxing at home, I received several livestream notifications. To my surprise, it was James and Lucy. “James and I are deeply in love, but a wealthy heiress set her sights on him, leaving us with no choice but to…”In the livestream, Lucy portrayed herself and James as tragic victims of a powerful heiress, spinning a story about how I bullied her, keeping her from advancing at work. The livestream was like a spark igniting chaos. Thousands of viewers tuned in, expressing sympathy for Lucy and even urging her to report me to the authorities. Of course, Lucy had no intention of going to the police. She was simply using the attention to gain fame and make money. Watching her tearful, pitiful performance almost made me feel sorry for her. Deciding to join the fun, I created an anonymous account and sent a large donation with a comment that took over the entire livestream screen: “Lucy! I fully support you reporting this to the police!” As soo
A quiet snicker broke the silence, and soon the entire office erupted in laughter. “Lucy Walker? Even the old ladies in retirement homes wouldn’t use a name like that.” “No wonder she changed her name. People always flaunt the most about what they don’t have.” I smirked, casually glancing at Lily, or rather, Lucy, who was crumpled on the floor. “Well, Lucy, you broke my necklace. How do you plan to make up for it?” My dad waved his hand dismissively. “Why waste time talking? If she has the money, let her pay. If not, call the police.” The mention of the police sent David scrambling to cling to my dad’s pant leg, his voice desperate. “Mr. Anderson, please, I’m begging you! Don’t send Lucy to jail. She’s the only college graduate in our family, and we’ve been counting on her to marry someone decent. If you let this go, I’ll work for the Anderson family for the rest of my life, doing anything you ask!” I cut off his pitiful cries. “You’re a housekeeper making
I bent down and crouched in front of Lily. “Now, how about you take out your necklace?” Under the watchful eyes of the bodyguards, Lily’s trembling hands reached into her pocket and pulled out a necklace with a smaller diamond. Though it was also a pink diamond, it was clearly smaller and of lower quality, obviously made from leftover scraps. I held both necklaces in my hands, weighing them lightly. “They’re identical,” I said, glancing at Lily with a smirk. “It seems your dad really dotes on you. He’s been scavenging my leftovers for years to give to you.” The word “leftovers” cut deep, wounding Lily’s pride. She had never imagined that her attempt to flaunt wealth would bring her face-to-face with the true owner. James, catching on, glanced between the defeated Lily and David, who sat silently on the ground. The truth was sinking in, but James wasn’t ready to admit he had placed his bets on the wrong side. “You… you came to the company before to announce m
“Mr. A-An… Anderson…” Sweat rolled down the middle-aged man’s forehead as his legs trembled uncontrollably. Despite Lily’s support, he collapsed to his knees. My dad looked down at the man kneeling before him, our family’s longtime housekeeper, David Walker, and spoke in a calm, steady voice. “I didn’t realize you’d changed your name, David Walker.” David had served our family for ten years. He was always meticulous and attentive, having cared for me since I was a child. Both my dad and I had trusted him completely. “Mr. Anderson, I… I can explain! Please, just give me a chance!” The employees, watching David’s dramatic collapse, stood frozen in shock. When they heard him address my dad as "Mr. Anderson," the truth hit them like a ton of bricks. “I knew it! Miss Anderson has always been so kind to us. There’s no way she’d ever steal anything.” “Exactly! I said the same thing earlier, but nobody believed me!” Listening to them shamelessly change their tune made
James tugged at my dad’s suit jacket with a look of disdain.“Come on, Emily, I’m not being unreasonable. If you’re going to hire actors, at least try harder. This guy’s wearing some no-name suit. It’s embarrassing!“Even when you’re pretending to be rich, you can’t get it right. That’s about the extent of your taste.” A few coworkers chimed in, circling me and my dad, mocking his simple outfit. “Sir, you really came here dressed like this to pretend to be Mr. Anderson? Do you even know how wealthy Mr. Anderson is?” “This is hilarious. He looks more like a salesman than a billionaire.” As their laughter reached its peak, a young woman holding her phone gasped in shock. “Wait! he actually looks like Mr. Anderson! There are pictures of him online!” Thankfully, not everyone in this company was clueless. The group crowded around, comparing the online photos to my dad, and realization began to dawn on them. James’s legs started to tremble, and his face turned pale.