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557words2026-01-26 09:12

On my way back to the dorm from the library, I was hit on the head by a basketball and, out of the blue, had an awakening.
It turned out that I was living in the world of a cheesy romance novel about a middle-aged CEO and his delicate wife. My dad was the domineering CEO, my gorgeous roommate was the delicate wife,my mom was the tragic original wife who died unexpectedly, and I was the vicious stepdaughter causing trouble for the main couple.
After sorting through the plot,I knew I couldn’t outmaneuver my powerful CEO dad alone.

So,I turned to the internet for help.Netizens were resourceful—nine out of ten suggested calling the police.
I’ve made up my mind. I will trust the system and the law. So I Enrolled in Civil Service Fast Stream masterclasses, even retained a Whitehall-insider as my personal tutor. Everything was set when Sarah Lane strutted into the dorm,flaunting a Hermès bag to her entourage. Seeing me, she came up to me and said arrogantly,”Claire Harper, you’ve ever seen a limited-edition Hermès,huh? My CEO boyfriend got it for me. I’ll let you glimpse the high life.”
The”CEO” she was talking about was the boyfriend she met when she worked as a private assistant in a certain company. According to her, the old CEO was rich, handsome, and crazy about her. When I first heard about it, I kindly warned her about being scammed as a mistress.She thought I was jealous,rallied classmates to ostracize me,and I stopped caring—let her face her fate.
However, I didn’t expect that the so-called sugar daddy of hers was my dad, he had an affair with a college student.
Looking at the bag she was holding up, it somewhat resembled the style my mother had shown me. I reached out and picked it up to take a closer look. There were a few small words engraved on the bag: To my daughter Claire.
Pointing at the words,I asked,”It says’To my daughter Claire.’Are you sure your boyfriend gave you this?”

Upon hearing this, her eyes flickered with panic as she tried to snatch it back.”What words? There’s nothing there!”
I held on tightly and called others over.”Look here—under the light,you can see it.”
The other classmates crowded in, spotting the engraving.
“There it is,Sarah.What’s going on?”

“Did the store give you the wrong one?”
She seized the excuse.”Yeah, the salesperson must be a mix-up. This is someone else’s.I’ll call and check.”
She fumbled with her phone,but I smirked.”This bag isn’t sold domestically yet—only available abroad at the moment. What store are you calling?”
Her eyes reddened,glaring.”Stop pretending,Claire.You wear that fake watch and think you’re some heiress who knows luxury better than me?”
Her pretty face now twisted with rage. She directly stormed to my desk,smashing my stuff.
My Patek Philippe watch was directly broken, and my laptop, skincare products, and other items were also thrown onto the floor.
I turned cold and pointed at the things on the floor, listing the prices one by one for her.”That watch was a new model my mom bought last month—$2.2 million, verifiable online. The Laptop and skincare?A few grand.Since we’re classmates,I’ll round down.Transfer me$2 million.”
The other classmates gaped,shocked not just at Sarah’s tantrum but at the price tag.
She screeched,”What kind of junk watch costs$2 million?That’s fake!I’m calling the cops—you’re extorting me!”