Chapter 2 The crystal vase exploded against the marble floor, my roar echoing through the entire ballroom. The crowd erupted in mocking laughter. "Jesus, she's completely lost it! First she's pretending to be the heiress, now she thinks she owns the whole damn company? Absolutely ridiculous!" 'Right? Even if she WAS Eleanor's real granddaughter-which, hello, obviously not-women don't inherit empires, sweetie. That's what the two MALE heirs are for!" stared down my smug brothers and cut straight to the bone. Alex, are you absolutely sure you and Ben even HAVE inheritance rights?" Ben's eyes flickered with panic before he grabbed Alex's sleeve. Bro, it's supposed to be a celebration. Grandmother and the board members will be here any minute... maybe we should just drop his?" hat flicker of fear in his eyes told me everything. Ben suddenly remembered who he really was-a charity case. Because here's the truth: Eleanor Sterling, America's richest woman, only had one child. My mother. When Mom died, I became leanor's sole blood heir. My two "brothers"? They're just Dad's nephews-orphans he took in out of pity when their parents died in a car crash. ero blood connection to Mom or Grandmother. Zero claim to the Sterling empire Eleanor built from scratch. But Alex wasn't backing down, shooting Ben a disgusted look. She hit Tiffany! You really want to let that slide?" Lottie, your mental breakdown is getting worse. Maybe we should have Johnson escort you straight to the psych ward?" The words "psych ward" sent hatred flooding through my veins. Yes. In my last life, both my dear brothers sold me out-schemed, hurt, and handed me over just to win Tiffany's favor. Tiffany, the sweet little med-school prodigy, had one sick dream: to see, with her own eyes, how a living body compared to a dead one. And my two brothers? They didn't even blink. They helped her slice me open alive. Eighteen years. I'd grown up with these monsters for eighteen years, thinking we were family. Instead, they handed me over to be dissected alive, just to make their little sociopath happy. Love trumped blood for them. But what about love versus power? That would be interesting to watch. Chapter 2 I smiled coldly. "Last chance, boys. Who's the real Sterling heiress and heir?" Before they could answer, Chloe Fitzgerald-daughter of some mid-tier contractor-charged over and slapped me across the face. "How DARE you cause a scene here! You're nothing but a charity case! Know your place!" I knew Chloe's game. She'd been obsessed with Alex for years, desperate to become the future Mrs. CEO. Ever since she heard Tiffany was supposedly the "real heiress," she'd been kissing Tiffany's ass nonstop, thinking she was securing her sister-in-law relationship. Too bad she was brown-nosing the wrong woman. Tiffany wasn't the heiress-she was Chloe's competition, Alex's side piece of years. ng that slap lying down. I drove my stiletto into her gut. ell are you to touch me? Daddy runs some third-rate company and you think that gives you rights? One word from me and hole family's bankrupt by morning." hloe clutched her stomach, staring at me in shock. How dare you kick me! My parents have never even raised their voices at me!" You'll pay for this!" iffany grabbed Chloe's hand with fake sympathy. Chloe, don't bother with her. She's mentally ill-I apologize on her behalf." looked at Tiffany with pure contempt. The only crazy one here is you, playing dress-up as an heiress when you should be back in your sugar daddy's bed where you elong." turned to my brothers, pointing toward the exit with royal disdain. Since you boys are so into your little role-playing fantasy, why don't you take your pet whore and get the hell out of MY building?" (0) (0) Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!