Blurb：
Chloe and Emma, the notorious orphanage troublemakers, finally get their big break when Chloe is revealed as the long-lost Vanderbilt heiress. But Chloe refuses to go without her sharp-tongued best friend Emma. Together, they manipulate their way into the wealthy Vanderbilt family, only to discover a fake heiress named Isabella and a hostile older brother Alexander. With Emma’s cunning words and Chloe’s fierce loyalty, they’re ready to take down anyone who stands in their way. Will their orphanage tactics work against high-society schemes? Dive into this tale of friendship, family secrets, and revenge!
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My best friend Chloe and I have been the resident troublemakers of the orphanage since we could walk.
My sharp tongue could reduce anyone to tears, while she specialized in persuasive physical interventions.
Nobody in the entire orphanage dared cross us—even the guard dog would tuck its tail and hug the wall when we passed by.
When we were eight years old, we were squatting in a corner playing cards when the director brought over a well-dressed couple.
They announced that Chloe was the long-lost biological daughter of the wealthy Vanderbilt family and wanted to take her home. But Chloe threw an impressive tantrum, insisting they take me too.
She plopped on the ground, kicking her legs and crying, “All these years, if it weren’t for Emma protecting me, I would’ve been bullied to death! If you don’t adopt her too, I’m not going anywhere!”
I immediately dropped the cards, flashed my sweetest smile, and stepped forward,
“Mr. And Mrs. Vanderbilt, hello, I’m the most well-behaved child in this orphanage—adopting me would be absolutely fine!”
The director’s eye twitched several times.
Bullied? And the most well-behaved?
Were these two even listening to themselves?!
As if terrified we’d become permanent residents, the director closed his eyes, steeled his heart, and made his decision.
…
“That’s right! Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt, Chloe and Emma are our best-behaved children here. They’re inseparable—why not take them both?”
The wealthy couple hesitated. “Raising one more child isn’t difficult, but we already have an adopted daughter at home…”
Chloe and I instantly exchanged knowing looks.
A fake heiress?
Then there’s no way I’m letting Chloe face that alone!
“Mr. And Mrs. Vanderbilt, Chloe might get severely depressed in a new environment alone. Take me with you, and I promise I’ll keep her company and watch over her!”
The couple paled at that, and Chloe promptly burst into dramatic tears.
“Yes! If you don’t agree, I’ll hang myself from the front gate tonight, waaah…”
They caved immediately. Mrs. Vanderbilt looked at me and said,
“We can take you back, but there’s a younger sister at home…”
“I’ll get along wonderfully with her, don’t worry, Mom!”
The director was so relieved he nearly broke out celebratory flags.
“Wonderful! Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt on gaining two daughters!”
After they left to complete paperwork, I grabbed Chloe’s hand, deeply moved.
“Oh, my loyal best friend! you’re so loyal! You didn’t forget our vow to share riches!”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m scared that without me, that mouth of yours would get you killed.”
I chuckled. “Love you, my best friend! That fake heiress didn’t even show up today—bet she’s not thrilled about your return. If she’s really a two-faced schemer, I’ll help you take her down!”
Over the years, we’d been unstoppable team at the orphanage.
I provoke people into throwing the first punch with my sharp tongue, and she handled knocking out anyone who did.
But against sophisticated fakes? She had zero experience.
Chloe squeezed my hand gratefully. “Our future wealth depends on you!”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this!”
When the Vanderbilts returned from completing the paperwork, they smiled seeing us hand in hand.
“Your sisterly bond is remarkable, that puts our mind at ease.”
In the car, Mrs. Vanderbilt briefed us on the family.
We learned that besides the fake heiress Isabella, Chloe had an older biological brother, two years her senior.
Chloe got lost at age three because of him.
And the culprit couldn’t even bother to show up today—clearly not welcoming her return.
Sure enough, as we stepped out of the car, we saw a gloomy teenager standing arms-crossed at the villa’s entrance.
When he saw Chloe and me holding hands and calling him brother, Alexander’s composure cracked.
“You adopted another one?”
After hearing I had no inheritance rights as an adopted daughter, he relaxed slightly.
“I warn you, don’t bully my sister from now on, or you’ll regret it!”
I immediately hid behind Chloe and said timidly,
“Chloe, why is he so biased! If he’d protected you like this back then, you wouldn’t have suffered all those years in the orphanage…”
Meaning, you idiot feel no guilt over losing your real sister, yet you threaten to protect the fake one? Are you insane?
Sure enough, the Vanderbilts’ faces darkened.
Alexander fumed, about to retort, but I quickly pinched Chloe’s waist.
She caught on instantly, covered her face, and cried,
“Since brother doesn’t want me here, I’ll go back to the orphanage. Emma, let’s go!”
Mr. Vanderbilt panicked and slapped Alexander across the face.
“Bastard! Is this how you welcome your sister? Get out!”
Alexander covered his cheek, glaring at us but not daring to speak.
Chloe and I exchanged triumphant look. Yes! First victory!
But the moment we stepped inside, we saw the fake heiress sobbing on a stool, attempting to hang herself.
Oh no, a pity stunt!
Before anyone reacted, I stormed forward and yelled,
“How dare you! No indoor swinging!”
Chloe executed a perfect slide-tackle, sending both the fake heiress and the stool crashing to the ground.
Isabella hadn’t even looped the noose before she landed sprawled on the marble floor.
“Ouch!”
She cried out in genuine pain as the family rushed to help her up.
Seeing the slipknot and overturned stool, everyone fretted over her.
“Isabella, what were you thinking!”
She looked at me standing there, weeping dramatically,
“Sister, it’s all my fault for stealing your life all these years, making you suffer. I’ll repay you with my life!”
“Please don’t blame Mom, Dad, or Alexander—take care of them for me, okay?”
Mrs. Vanderbilt hugged her tightly. “Silly girl, don’t say that! You’ll always be our daughter too!”
Alexander glared at us. “Don’t worry, sis, it’s not your fault. I’ll make anyone who blames you pay!”
Isabella cried pitifully, snuggling in Mrs. Vanderbilt’s arms, shooting me a defiant look.
Total schemer!
Trying to drive a wedge between us?
No way!
I unleashed my sharp tongue.
“So you’re the adopted sister Isabella? My apologies, my apologies—I thought some random kid was swinging indoors!”
“Wait, were you trying to hang yourself? But who uses a slipknot on a chandelier? That’d just come undone! You might not die, but you could hurt someone if it falls!”
Chloe stood up, adding fuel, “Yeah, so dangerous! Good thing I acted fast… well, kicked fast.”
Everyone looked up and realized I was right.
Mr. Vanderbilt’s face darkened.
“Ridiculous! You could’ve hurt your sister!”
Seeing her ploy fail, Isabella kept crying toward me,
“Sorry, sister, I just wanted to atone…”
“Wrong sister, dear. I’m your adopted sister—she’s the one you should apologize to.”
I pushed Chloe forward. “Apologize to her properly now.”
Alexander stepped in front of Isabella, fuming.
“Dad! Isabella was just trying to make amends. It’s Chloe and Emma who made her fall—no manners at all!”
I saw red.
Damn, insult me all you want, but insult my beat friend? Hell no!
“Bro, I get you want to play protector, but don’t talk nonsense!”
“Why would Chloe have manners? Because you lost her! You’re the reason—and you dare complain?”
“How could she learn high-society manners when her heiress life was stolen by this impostor?”
“Your logic is so backward, it’s like your brain’s in your butt! A dung beetle would crack open your skull just to sample the stench!”
After my rant, dead silence fell.
Only Chloe held my hand, teary-eyed.
“My best friend, I love you!”
Alexander turned pale, his voice shaking.
“You dare insult me?”
“Insult you? I’ll insult her too!”
I pointed directly at Isabella.
“Stop faking!”
“Weren’t you supposedly sick in bed? That hanging performance didn’t look very sick!”
“Your ‘sickness’ is just because Chloe’s back, so you can’t be the only princess anymore, right?”
She flushed, trying to argue, but I cut her off.
“Faking illness and staging suicide to cause drama? Did Chloe ask for your atonement? You’re both daughters—why are you the only one with issues?”
Isabella turned pale, stammering, “You… you!”
I scoffed. “You what? Got a stutter? Go see a doctor! Brain problems? Try reading a book!”
Outmatched verbally, she switched to weakling mode.
“Sorry, Chloe, I’m just scared you’ll hate me.”
“Emma, scold me all you want, just don’t take it out on brother and our parents.”
Ugh, same old schemer playbook.
I ignored her, turning the stunned couple,
“Hey, we’ll be in the same class as our sister now?”
They nodded quickly.
“Good, we can help her with her… adjustment. Where are our rooms?”
Mrs. Vanderbilt hurriedly ushered us.
Isabella us upstairs, her eyes red-rimmed as she forced a smile and opened her door.
“If you don’t mind, sisters, take my room—it should’ve been yours from the beginning…”
Alexander immediately blocked the doorway, furious again.
“Isabella, Mom personally decorated this room for you! These… uncultured country girls don’t deserve it!”
Just as I was sharpening my tongue for a retort, Mrs. Vanderbilt shot him an warning look and gently told Chloe,
“Sweetheart, choose any room you like—it’s our way of making things right.”
Chloe glanced with disgust at Isabella’s frilly pink decor, then pointed decisively to a bigger, sunlit room across the hall.
“That one! It fits both me and Emma perfectly!”
Alexander exploded. “Are you insane? That’s Mom and Dad’s bedroom!”
I smiled sweetly at Mrs. Vanderbilt. “Mom, you said any room—you wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?”
She forced a tight-lipped nod.
“Perfect! We’re exhausted from the journey. Mom, Dad, you should get some rest too!”
I pulled Chloe inside and slammed the door, leaving the stunned family in the hallway.
The following week, we went on an epic shopping spree.
After eight years of counting every penny, we finally experienced the joy of buying without checking prices tags!
We returned laden with bags upon bags, dressing like the glamorous sisters we were meant to be.
Whenever Isabella made snide remarks about our “extravagance,” I shut her down with my sharp tongue.
Outmatched verbally, she resorted to dirty tricks.
On day one, she staged a fainting spell and “accidentally” knocked a vase from the balcony toward us—but Chloe caught it one-handed without looking up.
On day two, during dinner, she “spilled” and tried to spill hot soup on Chloe—only to get drenched herself when my friend deftly redirected the bowl.
On day three, she hid her diamond necklace under our pillow and brought the family to “catch us red-handed”—but I played security footage of her sneaking into our room.
Forced to backtrack, she tearfully claimed it was as a “gift.”
…
Thwarted at every turn, Isabella temporarily retreated.
But we knew she was merely regrouping.
Sure enough, at a school assembly a month later, she tearfully introduced us,
“They’re Emma and Chole, the daughters my parents adopted from the orphanage. Please be kind to them!”
Heavily implying we were the impostors.
Classmates immediately pitied her. “Wow, the Vanderbilts just adopt random orphans? Poor Isabella.”
I simply smiled, nudging Chloe to display her DNA test results, while I retorted,
“Funny, Isabella—you pretended to be the heiress for eight years, and now you play victim?”
“You’re just an adopted daughter like me—stop with the theatrics!”
“Hey everyone, I’m Chloe Vanderbilt’s best friend, adopted by the family! They brought me home not for money, but to protect her from bullies—exactly like what’s happening today.”
The class fell silent, all eyes now regarding Isabella with disdain.
“Seriously? So she’s the fake one?”
Her social rivals immediately mocked her. “Yeah, acting all high and mighty—just a poser.”
Isabella flushed crimson, nearing tears.
From that day forward, she was permanently branded as the impostor.
Determined to outshine us, she threw herself into piano and ballet.
I took up vocal training and comedy.
Chloe signed up for martial arts and boxing, maximizing her natural strength.
For years, Isabella never managed to surpass us.
At school events, my comedy routines and Chloe’s demonstration matches consistently drew more applause than her delicate performances.
I gained fans with my quick wit, Chloe earned respect by helping others with her strength.
With us around, school bullying virtually disappeared.
The two troublemakers had grown into likable, well-adjusted young women by sixteen.
The Vanderbilts adored us, even planning a press conference to formally introduce us to society.
“At her debutante ball, Chloe should receive company shares—she’s our blood daughter. But our company has been struggling against Carter Corporation lately, we need a marriage alliance. Fortunately, the Carter heir is open to meeting. Let’s see which girl connects with him…”
Overhearing this, Isabella clenched her fists, a vicious smile forming.
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