Semua Bab Am I Not The Only Heiress?: Bab 1 - Bab 9

It was a quiet afternoon in the university library, and I was bent over my IELTS prep materials, diligently working toward my dream of studying abroad after graduation. Suddenly, the tranquility was broken by the insistent vibration of my phone. I picked it up and saw a barrage of messages from our class advisor in the campus group chat. [@Everyone, a heartfelt thank you to Mr. Roger Burberry for his generous support of our university. Would Mr. Burberry's daughter please contact me? The school extends a warm invitation to you and your father to attend tomorrow's graduation ceremony as honored guests.] The moment I saw my father's name in the message, I froze for a second, perplexed. Why was the school looking for me and my dad? Scrolling up, I found a string of photos that the advisor had shared earlier. In the pictures, my father, looking every bit the confident businessman, was shaking hands with the university dean, the two of them standing beside a gleaming ribbon, ready t

I sat there, fuming and dumbfounded for a few moments. I grabbed my phone to call my father and demanded some answers. The line rang a few times before someone picked up, but it wasn't my father—it was his secretary. Her voice came through polite but apologetic. "Mr. Burberry is currently inspecting the development project at the mountain resort. He doesn't have his phone on him and can't be reached for now. Ms. Murphy, if it's something urgent, you can tell me, and I'll relay the message to him as soon as he returns." I took a deep breath, forcing myself to rein in my temper."That's fine. Thank you, Betsy," I said, striving to keep my voice calm. Lately, my father had been run ragged with the company's new business expansion. He worked tirelessly, day and night, to the point that even catching a glimpse of him had become a rare occurrence. But tomorrow was my graduation ceremony, and no matter how busy he was, I knew he wouldn't miss it. I stared at my phone screen for

The watch I wore did indeed have a tiny "S" discreetly engraved on its face, just as Sally claimed. But it wasn't, as she so smugly suggested, the initial of her name. It was my mother's—Summer Murphy. That watch was a gift my father had brought back from a business trip for her. She'd dismissed it as too trendy for formal occasions and tossed it my way without a second thought. So much for Sally's story about it being a precious birthday gift. But then, how did that photo on her social media exist? Could it be... she's my father's illegitimate daughter?The thought hit me like a rogue wave, making my brows knit tightly. My hesitation must have shown on my face, because the crowd took it as fear. "Ha! Scared now, are you? Where's all that bravado you had when you were hitting her?" "Exactly! Stealing such an expensive item and daring to fight about it? Unbelievable. Now that you've been exposed, let's see how you'll wriggle out of this." "Don't let her off, Sally. People

I was so stunned by the scene unfolding before me that I couldn't think straight, much less speak. But the advisor's hand clamped over my mouth, and in a fit of desperation, I bit down hard. "Ouch! You little brat! You dare bite me!" she shrieked, yanking her hand away and raising it, ready to slap me. I didn't let up. My fury exploded, and I turned toward my father, shouting at the top of my lungs: "Roger Burberry! You'd better explain yourself today! When did you get another daughter?!" The words hung in the air, and the whole area went silent. All eyes were now on me. The advisor froze, her hand suspended in midair, suddenly caught in an awkward position. She quickly scurried toward my father, wearing the sweetest, most obsequious smile. "Mr. Burberry, this student has some mental issues. She's gone completely mad trying to climb the social ladder. She's disturbed you and your daughter's graduation ceremony, but don't worry, I'll have her removed at once." She made a qui

When the word "compensation" was mentioned, the crowd of onlookers began to panic. Those who had just spoken up for Sally hastily changed their tune. "It's all Sally's fault! If she hadn't acted so convincing, I never would've stuck my neck out for her. She should pay for this mess herself!" "Exactly! The advisor was the one who told me to hold Rachel down. I'm not taking the fall for this." "Hah! You all thought I was Roger's daughter and wanted to curry favor with me. Serves you right! I didn't even touch that watch." Sally straightened her neck defiantly, wearing the expression of someone too shameless to be intimidated. The advisor, now completely enraged, kicked Sally to the ground with a force that sent gasps through the crowd."You wretched girl! Because of you, I'm not only losing my job—I might even end up in jail! I'll beat you to death!" The two of them rolled on the ground, clawing and grappling like feral cats, as a group of media reporters, drawn by the commo