Blurb：
I was Sophie Sullivan, the fake heiress of the wealthy Sullivan family—until their real daughter, Brittany Sullivan, returned. Kicked out overnight, I was sent back to my biological mother, Margaret Taylor, in her dilapidated home. But the Sullivans’ betrayal didn’t break me; it fueled my transformation into Sophie Taylor.
Months later, the Sullivans knelt, begging for forgiveness, but I watched coldly as the police led them away. My ex-fiancé, Lucas Vance, now Brittany’s protector, accused me of stealing her life. Little did they know, my past held the key to their downfall—the lottery win that saved the Sullivans from debt was just the beginning.
As Brittany flaunts her luxury life and Lucas plays the hero, I embrace my true roots with Margaret. The alley’s darkness can’t hide my resolve. The Sullivan family’s arrogance will crumble, and Sophie Taylor will rise, indifferent to their pleas.
Content：
I was the Sullivan family’s fake heiress.
The very night the Sullivans’ real daughter came home, I was kicked out and sent back to my birth parents.
But just a few months later, the entire Sullivans knelt before me and my mom.
Begging for our forgiveness.
Yet, I watched indifferently as the police led them away.
They were nothing to me anymore.
The car sped off the moment I shut the door, its taillights disappearing into the dusk.
The alley was pitch black, not a single streetlight in sight.
I took a deep breath and walked a few steps before spotting a figure in the gloom.
Sophie? Is that you?a woman’s voice called out softly.
I hurried forward and took her arm. She was shorter than me and looked older than her years. She walked with a slight limp, each step seeming difficult.
This was my biological mother, Margaret Taylor.
Margaret grasped my hand tightly, I could feel her fingers trembling.
She led me back to her home a dilapidated, worn-down place.
The living room was tiny, maybe ten square meters, with patches of plaster peeling from the walls.
Margaret lived alone. My father had passed away long ago.
Brittany Sullivan had lived here with her until now. From tonight on, it would be my turn.
In the dim lamplight, Margaret studied my face and let out a long sigh.
It’s going to be hard on you, living like this with me now.
she said, her voice heavy with what seemed like guilt. She probably thought, having lived in the luxurious Sullivan household for eighteen years, I wouldn’t be able to handle this kind of poverty.
Mom, I said gently, I called you before I came. I told you to get some rest.
Margaret showed me to the room she’d prepared for methe one Brittany used to occupy.
The sheets and comforter were brand new.
I didn’t need anything fancy. It was perfectly fine.
Brittany and I might have returned to our respective families, but we still attended the same school.
The next morning, I stepped off the city bus.
Brittany stepped out of the Sullivan family’s luxury car, worth millions.
She was decked out in a designer dress now, looking polished and sophisticated.
She spotted me and walked over.
Before, she’d always looked at me with a mix of envy and resentment.
Now, her confidence bordered on arrogance.
Sophie Sulli… or should I say Sophie Taylor now? “It’s your own fault for bullying me at school. No wonder Mom and Dad sent you away immediately.
Bully her?
I genuinely couldn’t recall ever bullying her.
I ignored her and turned towards the school entrance.
Brittany grabbed my arm, her voice sharp. Tonight’s Mom’s birthday. They’re throwing a party. If you beg me, I might reluctantly take you along.
My brow furrowed as I turned back to face her.
Brittany seemed convinced she had the upper hand.
She released my arm and tilted her chin up.
You won’t see Mom without me! Just apologize properly to her, and I’m sure she’ll forgive you.
Sophie Taylor, are you bullying Brittany again?
The guy who’d just gotten out of another expensive car was my fianc.
Well, my ex-fianc.
To be precise, he was Brittany’s fianc now.
His name was Lucas Vance, with that handsome, almost pretty-boy look.
It hadn’t been long since we last met, but he’d switched allegiances awfully fast.
He stepped protectively in front of Brittany like some knight.
Frowning at me, his voice dripped with disapproval. You stole over a decade of Brittany’s life. Aren’t you done tormenting her yet?
I almost laughed out loud.
The Sullivan family hadn’t started out any better off than the Taylors.
In fact, they’d been worse.
The Sullivans had been drowning in debt back then.
My bio-dad had been a chemical researcher. After he died, things got really tough.
For as long as I could remember, debt collectors frequently hounded the Sullivan family, sometimes even turning violent. I was often terrified, crying from fear.
So how did the Sullivans become prosperous? I won a lottery jackpotfifty grand.
After that, the Sullivans’ luck turned. Everything they touched seemed to turn to gold.
Now they were multi-millionaires, their assets nearing the hundred-million mark.
People thought it was the Sullivans’ good fortune. They had no idea it was mine.
Lucas Vance, I said coolly, not long ago, you swore you only had eyes for me. What about now?
Everyone at school knew Brittany had a massive crush on Lucas.
When she found out Lucas had confessed to me, her face had turned ashen.
She’d practically lost it then, too. Sophie Taylor, if you hadn’t stolen my place, Lucas would be my fianc!
Sure, sure. Whatever you say.
I waved her off and walked into the school.
Arguing any longer would make me late.
Besides, I never really liked Lucas much anyway. Sure, he was good-looking, but he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Frankly, I thought he was dumb.
I’d only gone along with the engagement because of family pressure and a lack of better options.
By lunchtime, it was clear my classmates were treating me differently.
The crowd that used to orbit me now flocked around Brittany.
I could even hear their whisperscalling me the “fake heiress,” accusing me of bullying Brittany, saying I got what I deserved.
I could only smile wryly. It was fine. Their distance gave me more time to focus on my own things.
Helping them with homework during breaks had been the real hassle.
Sophie! Hey, Sophie!
A finger poked my back. It was Jake Peterson.
I turned around. He leaned in, lowering his voice. Sophie, here.
He tried to hand me a bank card.
I’m not that broke, Jake. I don’t need charity.
Jake shoved the card into my hand anyway. Charity? Nah! This is your cut. Eight hundred grand!
Jake and I had quietly started an influencer management company together. He had a brilliant mind for business. .
Our company now represented numerous online influencers with significant followings.
I had my own channel too, boasting over three million subscribers.
I did one live-stream product endorsement a month. Anything I endorsed sold out instantly, flawlessly.
Brands lined up to work with me.
Besides my cut from those deals, Jake was handing me my share of the agency’s profits.
Holding the card, I thought about our crumbling house. I decided it was time to buy a new place, preferably closer to school.
That afternoon, I headed to Dance Club. Brittany was a member too.
The club president was Lisa Harper, a senior a year above us.
She used to be all smiles with me. My jazz dancing was excellent, and I had been chosen as the lead for the upcoming centennial celebration performance, which featured a jazz piece.
As usual, I took my position at the front of the room.
But Lisa walked in with Brittany and announced to everyone that Brittany was the new lead.
Lisa, I stepped forward, mind telling me why?
I knew the reason, of course.
The first rule of the dance club is to follow the president’s arrangements. Sophie Taylor, step down.
Hearing her call me Sophie Taylor’ sealed it.
Brittany smirked at me. The lead spot goes to the best dancer! You’re not cutting it, so it’s time for a change.
Brittany had always believed I got the lead because of the Sullivan name, not my skill.
I nodded. Well then, Lisa, effective immediately, I’m resigning from Dance Club.
Yes, in the club, the president called the shots. But I could quit anytime.
I headed straight for the locker room, changed out of my dance gear, grabbed my stuff, and left.
I was genuinely curious to see how Brittany planned to lead the dance at the gala in three days.
If I remembered correctly, this piece wasn’t just for show.
It was also an entry for a competition. Judges would be at the gala scoring all the performances.
I bought a three-bedroom apartment, about 200 square meters, near the school.
That same evening, I took my mom to see the new place.
She stepped inside, looking nervous.
Sophie, she asked hesitantly, how much is the rent for this?
I smiled. Mom, I bought it. This is ours now.
No! We can’t! We can’t use the Sullivans’ money!
Of course, she assumed I couldn’t possibly afford this myself.
I took her hand and sat her down on the sofa, patiently explaining for a long time until she finally believed me. The money was mine, earned by me, not a cent from the Sullivans.
A look of pure pride washed over her face. My Sophie is so capable.
Lucas and Brittany were officially a couple.
Whether it was deliberate or not, they seemed to pop up everywhere I went.
In the cafeteria, during breaks, even when I went for a walk on the track field.
My classmates cast sympathetic glances my way.
They probably thought losing a piece of trash like Lucas was a pitiable fate.
My gaze drifted past them.
Lucas was holding an ice cream cone. Brittany took a happy lick.
I rolled my eyes internally and turned to leave.
Sophie Taylor! Fancy seeing you here!
Brittany called out loudly, dragging Lucas over.
Sophie, how could you lower yourself like this? Hanging out with him now?
Jake was trailing behind me, arms loaded with snacks.
Lower myself’? Jake and I had always been good friends.
He was the only one whose attitude towards me hadn’t changed a bit after I was no longer the Sullivan heiress.
Our friendship stayed exactly the same.
I heard you’re living near campus now, Sophie. Really? So desperate you’d just settle? Brittany didn’t spell it out, but her eyes flicked meaningfully between Jake and me.
I wanted to rip that smug look right off her face.
Lucas looked conflicted, clearly buying Brittany’s insinuation.
Sophie, he said, sounding almost concerned, if you’re struggling, you can tell me. We’ve known each other for so long, after all.
I cut him off sharply. I have nothing to do with either of you anymore. How I live my life is none of your business.
I glanced at Jake.
Jake, let’s go.
Back in the classroom, Jake opened a bag of chips and offered it to me.
I took one. You’re not having any?
I’m on a diet, he mumbled, looking embarrassed.
Jake did look slimmer.Definitely less heavy.
Looks good. Keep it up.
You really think I’ve lost weight, Sophie? He beamed, his round face actually kind of cute now.
I shook my head, amused. Since when are you so into appearances? Tell me the truth, do you have a crush on some girl
Jake’s face flushed crimson. He stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Bingo. I’d nailed it.
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