The Fake Heiress Dumps Her Best Friend For Money のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

“Fine, if you want to leave, then go.” Peter shot a sideways look at me as he let out a dramatic sigh. “It’s just a pity that I bought that pearl necklace yesterday…” The conversation was identical to the one in my previous life, yet in that life, I had lost control and shouted at him, “Do you think something so trivial can tempt me?! I’m telling you, I value my family more than anything!” After that, I followed Vicky’s advice to the letter and walked away without the luxury car or the watch. I had insisted on looking proud and dignified. During the countless nights afterward, when I stood outside the hospital and could not gather enough money for Dad’s medical treatment, I grew to regret it. As I lay awake in a damp and cramped room in the urban village, I regretted it. When an unreasonable customer drenched me with milk tea over a delivery fee of only a few dollars, I regretted it. I had wished I could go back and slap that version of myself. Life taught me that I sho

“Sigh, that’s the power of money. It’s a real headache!” Vicky froze in silence. I had no intention of waiting for her answer and hung up immediately. During that miserable stretch of my previous life, I had already seen her true face. Back then, I had been completely brainwashed by her. At her behest, I left home and ran myself into a dead end. When I tried to ask her for help, she brushed me off with, “Rachel, I’m really busy these days. Sorry, I can’t help you.” The beeping that followed felt like a mockery. A few days later, I handed out flyers under the blazing sun, and I saw her strolling with Lydia while laughing as if nothing had happened. Later on, I saw her wedding photos with Peter in a luxurious five-star hotel. Her smile had looked so sweet. What a joke. I had treated her as my best friend. Whenever classmates bullied her, I stood up for her and even asked my foster father to find her dad a good job in the company. I willingly paid for every meal and

Vicky had made her move. I opened it. My eyes widened the more I read. She had written several thousand words as she pretended to sob and accuse me of countless so-called “vicious acts.” [My dad works at the company owned by Rachel’s family. She used that to order me around like a servant for years and trampled on my dignity whenever she felt like it!] [She is actually a cruel, false daughter who keeps calling her real sister a scheming brat and a pauper in front of me and even said she wanted someone to teach her a lesson.] [I endured her deliberate psychological bullying for so long that I almost wanted to end my life. I decided to tell the truth so everyone can finally see her real face!] There was barely anything true in the entire post. This ridiculous pile of lies made my fingers tremble with anger. When had I ever ordered her around during all those years? She was the one who kept sticking to me for free meals and gifts. I had never spoken badly about Lydia, an

She tried to steady herself as she cried and accused me, “She asked me to come here because she said she wanted to make peace, and I didn’t expect her to… “The moment I walked in, Rachel pushed me into the pool. She yanked my hair and forced me to delete the post and film an apology for her!” Vicky looked at the reporters she brought with hopeful eyes. “Please don’t let her trick you.” One older reporter spoke impatiently, “Miss Langley, you should check the news yourself. Tch, what a waste of our time.” Vicky’s face turned pale in an instant, and she stared at me in disbelief. “Rachel, what did you do?!” I made a face at her. What was she so shocked about? I was not a fool who would sit still and let her control me. While I wasted two hours soaking in the hot spring and enduring her smug face, my family had already begun our counterattack under my instructions. Lydia had posted a video titled [The Real Daughter Clarifies the Truth Behind the Accusations Against Rac