The Poor Girl’s Revenge: Eight Heirs Strong

"I'm surprised you showed up! You disgust me, you stinky pauper!" Chantelle Gorman pinched her nose with distaste as she stared at me in her extravagant evening dress.Chantelle, a young lady from a distinguished family in Oberlin City, had invited me to her birthday party. Yet, she openly shamed me in front of the other ladies at the event.A familiar evil smirk appeared on her face. "How about I give you a shower?"In the next second, she kicked me and sent me plunging into the swimming pool.To dress up nicely for her birthday party, I had spent all my savings—a measly 300 dollars—on a white dress. I scrambled back to the poolside, looking disheveled. My white dress, now translucent from the dampness, clung tightly to my body like kelp. The moisture felt uncomfortable.Her piercing gaze swept past my drenched body. Snickering, she taunted, "You're just a loose woman who sleeps with any Tom, Dick, and Harry. Do you enjoy exposing your granny lingerie to everyone?" With arms

I tried my best to stay out of Chantelle's way, but she managed to run into me somehow. My cheek became swollen from getting slapped by her minion, but I refused to apply any medicine to it, as I knew a pair of eyes had been following me.I knew for a fact that Andrew missed me. Only when I became an adult did I learn that the females in my family were seductresses, on top of being unusually fertile. Andrew was hopelessly hooked after the passionate night he shared with me, and he wanted more after getting his first taste of me.Ever since sharing a night with me, he couldn't come across any other woman who was as compatible in bed with him as me. No one else could send him to heaven. Therefore, I wasn't surprised when I found him spying on me.I believed his patience had worn thin by the 30-day mark. So, I went up to Chantelle before class ended, and I challenged her, "You're only picking on me because you're scared I would marry your dad."Chantelle looked down on my actions

Prior to Andrew's arrival, I tousled my hair with all my might and messed with my outfit to make myself look disheveled. For that purpose, I even clawed my arm and left behind a few bloodied scratch marks.Andrew arrived to find me covered in worse injuries than Chantelle. I flung myself into his arms and sobbed quietly, "Andrew, I don't know what I've done wrong. Why did Chantelle snatch the infinite card that you gave me when I took it out?"I told her I'd be willing to give her the card, but she'd have to give you a heads-up. She hit me after that and claimed that I was sleeping with other men. I, Louise Bellamy, swear to God that you're the first and only man in my life!"Chantelle jumped in anger when she saw me crying and accusing her in Andrew's arms. She pointed a finger at me and barked, "You're a lowly wench. All you could do was play the victim in front of my dad! Did you think he'd believe in you? "Quit acting! The store employees are all witnesses."I stared at my

Chantelle's idiocy delighted me. That woman foolishly handed me what I wanted on a platter. I retreated further into the corner while cowering in fear. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.When the elevator doors slid open, Chantelle proudly strutted out like a victor. I followed behind, placed the lunchbox on Andrew's table, and settled on the couch in silence.It didn't take him long to notice my unusual behavior. He pulled me into a hug and rested his chin on my shoulder. He whispered, "Who's made my kitty cat upset?"In the next moment, he panicked when he saw me tearing up. "What's wrong?"Between my sobs, I told him about Chantelle's threats in the elevator. Ashen-faced, he typed on his phone. His face clouded over even more when he received a text notification.From the looks of it, he had requested the security footage. I cried until I was out of breath, saying, "I'm fine with anything because I love you. I'll stay with you even without an official status.