LOGINYvonne's POV
As soon as we got to the gymnasium, the noise inside could’ve shaken the ceiling. Everyone was already seated, whispering, buzzing, bouncing on their chairs like we were about to witness the arrival of actual royalty. The principal tapped her mic, clearing her throat until the place quieted down a little. Then she smiled wide, like she had the juiciest news of the decade.
“Students,” she began, her voice echoing across the gym, “please join me in welcoming Gentle, Jack, and Bobby Belfort, heirs to the Belfort fortune, who have generously donated a brand-new wing to this high school.”
The principal clapped like she’d just announced world peace, and the whole place erupted in applause. Some kids whistled, some stomped their feet. A girl behind me squealed so loud I thought she might faint.
“Yes, amazing, right?” the principal beamed, soaking in the cheers. “And that’s not all. They have gifted each of you with a brand-new iPad.”
Gasps and shouts broke out everywhere. Teachers moved down the aisles, handing out shiny boxes. The sound of cardboard being ripped open was almost louder than the clapping.
“I’m never doing homework on paper again!” a boy shouted two rows ahead.
Another chimed in, “Do you think they’ll give us free Wi-Fi too?” The place dissolved into laughter and chatter.
“Students!” the principal said, raising her hands. “On that note, I expect you all to show them the respect they deserve.”
That was it. The tension snapped back like a stretched rubber band. All eyes glued themselves to the entrance of the gymnasium, the doors like a stage curtain about to lift and the buzz in the air felt almost electric.
And then—they walked in.
The double doors swung open, and Gentle, Jack, and Bobby Belfort strode inside like they had been trained for this moment their whole lives. Their walk was slow, confident, perfectly in sync, like the floor belonged to them. All neck tilted, jaws dropped, and eyes widened as they crossed the aisle. You could practically feel the room holding its breath. Each one of them had that kind of presence you only see in glossy magazine covers—their suits were adorably fitted and their hair styled like it had been blessed by Hollywood itself.
The cheers rose, bouncing off the gym walls. Tricia, especially, was impossible to ignore. She was bouncing in her seat like a toddler on a codeine diet. Her squeals pierced the air, her hands clutching her chest dramatically. And I am quite sure that if someone handed her a fan right then, she would have fainted into it.
When the noise simmered down, the tallest of the brothers stepped forward, his voice smooth but heavy with meaning. “I know you all must be wondering why we chose to come here. Fifteen years ago, our baby sister disappeared.”
The gym fell into complete silence, the kind where you could hear a pin drop. “We vowed not to rest until we found her, chasing every lead and never giving up. Now, we finally know where she is, and that is why we are here.”
Another brother, the one with sharper features, added, “We have come to bring her home. To bring her back to the family where she belongs.”
The third spoke next, his lips curving into a smile that sent more gasps through the girls in the room. “She would be sixteen by now. Blond hair. Outrageously attractive, just like her brothers.” The arrogance in his tone made a few kids giggle, but no one dared say anything.
And then the first brother raised his hand, pulling back his sleeve. My stomach tightened instantly. “Most importantly, she has a bracelet. One like this.”
Together, all three of them lifted their wrists. Three identical bracelets glittered under the gym lights. And at the moment, it was like my lungs stopped working.
“Oh my God.” The words tumbled out of my mouth in the faintest whisper, meant for no one but myself. My fingers trembled on my lap. “That looks exactly like my bracelet.”
The first brother spread his arms, gaze sweeping the crowd. “Sis, wherever you are, come on up here. We are waiting for you. Anyone?”
The gym rippled with whispers, heads turning and searching. My chest pounded so hard it hurt. Could it be me? Could I actually be the missing Belfort heiress? My bracelet… it was the only clue I ever had. But now it was gone, stolen by Tricia. My throat burned with panic.
And then, before I could think, my body moved on its own. I rose halfway from my seat, with legs shaking and my knees threatening to buckle. But just as I found the courage to steady myself, a hard shove hit me from behind.
“Shift! Get out of my way, trash.” The venom in her voice cut through me.
I stumbled forward, catching myself on the edge of the seat in front. My eyes darted up—and of course, it was her-Tricia. Who else? Her smirk said it all as she strutted down the aisle.
No. Please no.
“Brothers!” she screamed, fake joy spilling out of her like bad perfume. Her arm shot up, flashing a bracelet. My bracelet. The one she ripped from me. My stomach dropped to the floor.
The brothers’ faces lit up, unguarded excitement softening their sharp features. “Baby sis!” they shouted in unison, arms opening wide to her.
She launched herself at them, squealing and wriggling like a child reunited with candy. “Brothers!” she cried again, her voice so high-pitched it hurt. She clung to them, milking the moment, tears she didn’t have shimmering in her eyes.
“Baby sis, we finally found you. You must have dealt with so much,” one of them said, his voice dripping with sympathy.
“Yeah, it’s been a trial,” she replied quickly, almost sounding like she had it all rehearsed. “But you’re here now. And that’s all that matters.”
Her words were fake, hollow, but nobody seemed to notice. All the students gushed, sighing like they were watching a movie scene.
“Oh my gosh, she’s their sister.”
“Can you believe it? Tricia Belfort!”
“Her life just changed forever.”
I sat frozen, my hands balled into fists so tight my nails dug into my skin. This can’t be happening. How could they fall for this? Couldn’t they see the way her eyes sparkled a little too much, the way her voice cracked in all the wrong places?
But the brothers only leaned in closer. “We want to spoil you after all these years. So of course, we brought presents. We tried to guess what you’d want, but in the end, we decided to bring everything.”
The doors at the side of the gym opened. A line of attendants rolled in racks of glittering clothes—dresses sparkling under the lights, rows of designer shoes gleaming like treasures. Jewelry cases clicked open, dazzling gems shining all over the space. Pictures flashed on the projector and at the lineup that could make anyone dizzy.
“The Belfort family presents,” one of the brothers declared proudly, “a new wardrobe straight from the runways of Miami, ten luxury cars to suit every mood, and unrestricted access to the Belfort family jet.”
The gym exploded in the other students' cheers here and there.
“Ten cars?!”
“I’d take one! Just one!”
“Imagine having a family jet. Forget college, I’d just fly everywhere.”
Tricia’s smile stretched so wide it looked painful. “I am just so excited to finally reunite with my family,” she said, clutching her chest like she was overwhelmed with love.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Anger bubbled in me like lava, threatening to spill over. Every laugh, every cheer for her made me want to scream. But another scene? More humiliation? My chest tightened. No. Not today. Maybe it was better to stay quiet, to swallow the pain and walk away.
So I stood, forcing my legs to move, heading for the exit while everyone else was lost in Tricia’s performance. Maybe disappearing would hurt less than watching her steal everything.
But then—
“Yvonne.” My mom’s voice stopped me at the doors. She had somehow found me, her face pale but determined. Her words pierced straight through my panic. “But the bracelet is yours. It was the only thing on you when I found you as a baby. And that was exactly 15 years ago.”
I froze. My head spun. “Mum… I think it must be a mistake. Or… or something. I can’t be the Belfort heiress.” My voice shook, barely above a whisper.
Her gaze hardened. “Yvonne. You didn’t spend your whole life wondering where you came from just to back down now. You know the truth.”
My chest rose and fell fast, the truth colliding with the lies in my head. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides. She was right. Deep down, I knew it. I knew it from the first second I saw their bracelets. From the way my heart nearly leapt out of me. From the emptiness I’d carried all my life.
I couldn’t let Tricia steal what was mine. Not this time.
A boldness I didn’t recognize surged through me. My legs moved, strong and steady now. I turned back toward the center of the gymnasium, toward the brothers, the crowd, and Tricia’s lies.
It was time to step into the light.
Yvonne’s POVMadame Celeste Duval must’ve already been asleep. You know her steps were too slow and too heavy while she approached us, like someone who had just been dragged out of bed by noise that wasn’t supposed to exist at that hour. But even half-awake, she still carried that quiet authority that made rooms fold back into place.Jack was the first to turn. He spun around so quickly that his grip on my arm tightened for a second before his fingers froze. Bobby followed after him, but the moment his eyes landed on her, his whole posture changed — stiffened, like someone who just realized the ground under him wasn’t as solid as he thought.“Madame Celeste Duval?” Bobby asked, voice cracking at the end.She gave a calm nod, her silk robe shifting as she stepped farther into the living room. “Yes. Perhaps you gentlemen have already heard the news. I have legally adopted Yvonne. She is now the newest heir of the Duval fortune.”The silence hit the room in a strange, cold way, more like
Yvonne’s POVI held my phone between my shoulder and ear while wiping the little water ring the glass cup left on the table.“Mum, you’re sounding stronger,” I said, smiling without even realizing it.Her small laugh came through the phone in a warm manner. “My dear, I told you. This old body has refused to give up. The physical therapist in the south of France said that I’ve been responding to treatment faster than they expected. I even stood on my feet today. Can you imagine?”I felt my chest tighten in a good way though. “Wait, you actually stood? Like… without help?”“With help oh,” she chuckled. “Don’t give me too much credit. But soon, I will walk very well. I am coming to dance at your future wedding, so I cannot be using a wheelchair.”I laughed quietly. “Mum, please. Who is marrying me? Let’s not rush that part, besides I have a long way to go. I am yet to finish high school. Even after that, I have my college and even my career ahead of me.”“Hmm,” she hummed knowingly. “You
Tricia’s POV“That bitch, Yvonne, has clearly come back to ruin me.”My voice cracked the moment we got inside the house. I didn’t even wait for the door to close before collapsing onto the couch, letting the fake tears spill as if my whole world had just been snatched from me. Jack and Bobby rushed in after me, both talking at once, confused, and shaken by the disaster of an event Yvonne had turned upside down. Good! Let them be rattled as that gave me room to display more, into making them believe that I was manipulated by Yvonne.“I swear, she wants to destroy me,” I cried harder, pressing my palm to my forehead like I was close to fainting. “Why would she even do that? Why me? What did I ever do to her?”Jack knelt in front of me immediately, worried about darkening his eyes. “Hey, hey… Trish, breathe. Baby sis, look at me.” He reached for my hands, squeezing them with that overprotective big-brother energy he never wasted when it came to me. “You’re shaking and you just need to
Yvonne’s POVJust then, I noticed a hot tear drop from Tricia's eyes with her glare sent fully to me, like she had some words to say but ended up saying “You!” and had her fingers pointing to me.People started murmuring again — those confused side-whispers that spread like heat. The kind that made the whole hall feel smaller and let's say, tighter. Some of them looked at Tricia like she’d lost her mind, some looked at me like I’d just kicked the table over during dinner. But honestly, the only thing I felt was that tiny vibration in my chest — not nerves, not guilt… that thing you feel when justice finally stretches its legs. You understand better now, right? That was exactly the way I actually felt.One thing they failed to understand was that I came prepared and that I wasn't that same old Yvonne that they used to know.My face didn’t shift. No guilt and no panic either. No “caught in the act” expression they were probably expecting. If anything, I felt my lips twitch in that small
Yvonne’s POVSomehow, my gaze went straight to Adrian moments after that clip flashed across the big screen. The air changed as people’s gasps filled the hall like a wave crashing in slow motion. Some froze with their mouths open while others pressed their hands against their lips as if they could physically hold back the shock.Adrian didn’t even try to hide how lost he looked. His jaw locked, but the tremor in his fingers gave him away. His eyes darted across the faces around him, searching for something—maybe understanding or maybe mercy. But he didn’t find either.Beside me, someone let out a low whistle. “No way…” another person muttered.The whispers were quick, sharp, slicing through the room like little blades of gossip.Tricia’s face twisted before anyone could say her name. Her mouth parted in disbelief, and then she turned toward Adrian, her voice slicing through the noise.“So you never actually loved me like you claimed?” she snapped, her tone almost trembling but still l
Yvonne’s POVWalking into the hall with Liam beside me felt like stepping into a spotlight I didn’t even ask for. I was dressed in a soft gold that hugged in the right places and swayed where it needed to and in turn caught the light every step I moved, and the slit glided with each step like it had its own attitude. My hair matched the tone, sleek and perfectly styled, and the heels were simple but sharp enough to announce I wasn’t here to play.Liam wasn’t doing badly either. His black suit carried this warm undertone that quietly blended to my outfit without trying too hard. When we walked side by side, we looked like we planned it, even though we didn’t really have time to. He just had that calm, steady look that made everything around him seem intentional.The room reacted before we even reached the center. People literally paused mid-conversation, mid-chew, mid-breath. It was that kind of hush that isn’t really silent, more like an admiration wrapped in surprise. Heads turned an







