My Sister's Going to Charm School

My sister, Brittany, is dead set on going to charm school, just like those influencers, so she can marry some rich dude. I tried to talk her out of it. Charm school ain't cheap, and there's no guarantee you'll even snag a sugar daddy. For once, Brittany actually listened to me. She didn't go. But then, she found out our neighbor, Ashley, went to charm school and actually married a freakin' millionaire. Brittany lost her damn mind. She blamed me for ruining her chance at being a trophy wife. One night, while I was sound asleep, she stuck a knife straight into my heart. And then I woke up. I was back. Back on the day Brittany first decided she wanted to go to charm school. This time, I'm keeping my mouth shut. ... "CRASH!" The noise ripped me awake, and the first thing I saw was a total disaster of a room. And standing right there, smack in the middle of the chaos, were the three of them. They saw me wake up and gave each other this awkward look. Finally, my sister, Brittany, glared at me, all righteous indignation: "What are you staring at? We just came in here to see if you're stashing anything. Mom and Dad have busted their asses raising you all these years, and you're hiding a secret stash of cash?" Hearing Brittany's words, Mom and Dad jumped on the bandwagon, backing her up. They pointed their fingers at me, not holding back: "Your sister's right! We've worked ourselves to the bone to raise you, and you owe us! Hand over all your money, right now!" Hearing those familiar words, I just froze, completely stunned. I instinctively reached for my chest, touching my heart. Wasn't I just killed by Brittany? Didn't she shove a knife right into my chest? Wasn't I already dead…? My parents' accusations were still ringing in my ears. Just like before, Brittany wants to be like those online celebs, go to charm school, and marry a billionaire as a quick way to the top. But last time, I thought it was a crazy idea. Last time, the charm school tuition would have cleaned out our entire savings. We're just a regular, working-class family, for crying out loud. We can't afford that kind of thing. And going to charm school doesn't guarantee you'll marry rich. It's all just online marketing BS. I tried to talk Brittany out of it, telling her she should be more down-to-earth. Brittany actually listened to me and didn't go to charm school. But then our neighbor, Ashley, actually married some big shot after going to that damn charm school. She became a real-life trophy wife. Brittany just snapped, filled with jealousy, convinced it was all my fault. She grabbed a knife and jammed it straight into my heart, without a second thought. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to get my head straight. Now I finally believe it. I really died. But somehow, I've been reborn. If I get a do-over, I'm definitely not sticking my nose in other people's business. If Brittany wants to go to charm school, then let her go. I'm not giving her a single freakin' dime. I just stared at them, my face blank. My parents, they've always played favorites, ever since we were little. Even though Brittany and I are both their daughters, both born from their flesh and blood. But they've always been all about Brittany. If Brittany got something, I didn't. If I had something, Brittany had to have it too. Growing up, I was stuck taking care of the whole damn family, cooking and cleaning and everything else, while Brittany acted like some kinda princess, waiting for me to serve her. All I got was insults and beatings. My whole family treated me like I wasn't even human. But deep down, I always had this tiny sliver of hope, you know? I'm still their daughter, after all. Even if things were rough, we were still a family. But this time, I'm not buying it anymore. I don't need a family like that. I looked at them, cold and detached: "You already know how much money I have. I hand over my entire paycheck every single month." Brittany's face twisted with fury: "That's not good enough! I have to go to charm school! The application fee is ten grand, and you better find a way to come up with it!" My parents hesitated for a second, but I knew they had a secret stash of savings. They just wanted to bleed me dry first. Chapter 2: Moving Out Faced with Brittany's demands, my parents immediately turned on me again. They actually wanted me to take out a loan to pay for Brittany's damn charm school. But I'm not the same sucker I was in my past life. I won't try to talk Brittany out of it, and I sure as hell won't be taking out any loans for her. I stood up and started throwing my stuff into a suitcase. I'm getting out of here. I'm moving out. If I stay in this house with these people, I swear I'm gonna do something I'll regret. Seeing what I was doing, the whole family just lost it. My mom slapped me across the face, hard. "You little bitch! If you dare move out of this house, don't ever come crawling back!" I held my cheek and stared at them, my face blank. My parents were giving me these hateful looks, and Brittany was practically jumping for joy, loving every minute of it. But this time, I won't let them walk all over me. I didn't even finish high school. I went straight to work to support this whole damn family. They've been spending my money, living it up like they're royalty. Seeing that I was serious about leaving, Brittany suddenly freaked out. Without me to milk for cash, she'd never be able to afford charm school. She instinctively reached out, blocking my way, trying to stop me from leaving. But I wasn't listening to her anymore. A cold smile twisted my lips: "Mom and Dad are loaded, right? My money's all with them. If you want to go to charm school so bad, why don't you ask them to pay for it?" Hearing that, Brittany immediately spun around, fixing her gaze on my parents. My parents' eyes darted around, avoiding eye contact, looking guilty as hell. They probably thought this charm school thing was a long shot, too. But Brittany's their precious angel, the apple of their eye, the one they've spoiled rotten since day one. They just couldn't bring themselves to tell her no. I took advantage of the moment, grabbing my bag and walking out the door, without a single backward glance. Even if I'm flat broke, I don't want to spend another second in that house. Just being there makes me sick, like I'm suffocating. As soon as I was gone, Brittany ran straight to my parents' bedroom and started tearing the place apart, turning everything upside down. She finally found their bank book. It showed a balance of $200,000, most of which was money I'd handed over to them over the years. Brittany's eyes just about popped out of her head when she saw all that money. That was more than enough to pay for charm school, with plenty left over. She could even buy herself some new designer stuff. Brittany snatched up the bank book and made a beeline for the door. My parents tried to stop her, to grab it back, but that was their life savings. It was supposed to be their retirement fund, the money they'd use to take care of themselves when they got old. But Brittany knew how to play them. She changed her expression, gave them her best puppy-dog eyes, and whined: "Lisa can always make more money, can't she? You always said you loved me the most. Once I go to charm school and marry a rich guy, you can come live with me and enjoy the good life!" My parents looked at each other, their love for Brittany outweighing their attachment to the money. Deep down, they were dreaming of living the high life, too. They figured if Brittany could just land a rich husband, they'd be set for life, living in the lap of luxury. Just like that, Brittany got her hands on $200,000, no problem. She and Ashley, the neighbor, signed up for charm school together. Now, here I am, kicked out of my own house, with only two hundred bucks in my pocket. That's all I had managed to save up on my own, hiding it away in secret. Any money I earned at work, they'd always find a way to take it. At first, they'd make up some excuse, saying they were saving it for me. But then I saw them, clear as day, handing my hard-earned cash over to Brittany. After that, they didn't even bother to pretend anymore. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. From now on, their lives were their own business. I didn't give a damn what happened to them. And I sure as hell wasn't going to try and talk Brittany out of going to charm school. This time around, I was gonna live my life for me, and me alone. I didn't have a fancy college degree, so I was stuck with doing manual labor. But I got lucky and found a job that paid pretty well and wasn't too backbreaking. Cleaning offices for a big corporation. Chapter 3: Be My Woman Right now, the most important thing is to stay alive, and that means having money in my pocket. If I want to change my life for the better, I gotta take it one step at a time, brick by brick. Earning my own living isn't anything to be ashamed of. But let's be honest, a young girl like me, wearing a drab cleaning uniform, kind of sticks out like a sore thumb among all these fancy business types. All the other cleaners are older ladies, most of them pushing sixty. I'm the only one in my twenties, the freakin' baby of the bunch. And from day one, they've been giving me the cold shoulder, acting like I don't belong. Of course, I saw it coming. I knew I'd be the odd one out. The supervisor gave me the worst assignment of all: cleaning the CEO's office. I heard the guy's got a real temper, and if you don't clean his office to his exact standards, he'll fire you in a heartbeat. Word is, he's already gone through a whole army of cleaners. So, naturally, I got stuck cleaning his office. The other cleaners practically threw a parade behind my back, picturing me getting kicked out on my ass before lunch. They're all past their prime, bodies kinda worn out, faces showing the miles they've traveled. And then there's me, this young girl who showed up, and they're probably looking at me and thinking of the time they were young and beautiful. Feeling their eyes on me, I couldn't help but feel a little tense. This is my only job right now. I heard the CEO's got some kind of weird thing about cleanliness. He's a total neat freak, a perfectionist. I took a deep breath, telling myself to just do my job and keep my head down. I opened the door and went inside. I tried not to look at the man sitting behind the big desk. I just focused on cleaning. I was super careful, wiping down every surface with the right kind of cloth, not wanting to screw anything up. But the whole time, I could feel his eyes on me, like a laser beam burning into the back of my head. Even though I tried to stay calm, I was sweating bullets. This is my only job right now, and I didn't want to lose it. When I finally finished cleaning, I turned to leave. Suddenly, someone called out to me. "What's your name?" I froze for a second. That voice... it sounded kind of familiar. But I turned around, still keeping my eyes on the floor. "My name's Lisa," I said, trying to sound respectful. Then I heard footsteps coming closer, and the next thing I knew, someone was grabbing my chin and tilting my face up. I looked up, and my eyes went wide. This guy... he was the dude I had that one-night stand with! It was a rainy night. I was working late, heading home after midnight. I turned a corner and saw a guy lying on the ground, covered in blood. My first instinct was to call 911, but the guy grabbed my arm, begging me to take him somewhere safe. He threatened me, basically. I didn't know what to do, so I took him to my secret place: this abandoned warehouse down by the docks. It's where I go when I'm feeling down, you know? Just to get away from everything. There's even an old mattress in the back. I got him settled in, and then I promised I wouldn't call the cops or tell anyone about what happened. The guy was about to let me go. But then he started breathing all heavy, his eyes fixed on me, all bloodshot. The next thing I knew, everything was spinning. My clothes were torn off, and before I knew it, I was completely naked. All those buried memories, they came flooding back. I lowered my head, feeling this weird mix of fear and embarrassment. How could the CEO be that same guy? Jake Reynolds took a step closer, his voice low and menacing: "Do you remember me? The rainy night... you and me..." Hearing those words, my cheeks started to burn. I shook my head instinctively: "Mr. Reynolds, I don't know what you're talking about." Jake chuckled, this low, dangerous sound: "You have a little red birthmark on your lower back, shaped like a heart. Should I jog your memory?" I didn't know what Jake was getting at. What was he trying to do to me? I had worked so hard to forget about that night, to put it behind me. Seeing my confusion, Jake leaned in close and told me exactly what he wanted. "Be my woman." Chapter 4: The Acceptance Hearing those words, my first reaction was to say no, to get the hell out of there. But then Jake said something that made me stop dead in my tracks. "I don't have a wife, I don't have a girlfriend. You come with me, you'll be my woman, and I'll give you five million dollars a month." Five million dollars. I couldn't earn that much money if I worked for a hundred lifetimes. I'm just a regular girl, you know? Hearing about all that cash, I was ashamed to admit, but I hesitated. Jake saw it, and he cranked up the pressure even more: "I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do." I honestly don't even know how I managed to walk out of the CEO's office. I just felt like I was floating, like my feet weren't even touching the ground. Just like that, I walked into the office as a cleaning lady, and walked out as something completely different: Jake Reynolds' woman. I never imagined that the guy I had a one-night stand with that night would turn out to be Jake Reynolds. I mean, who hasn't heard of Jake Reynolds? He's a freakin' business legend, a global icon, always near the top of the billionaire list. People have estimated his net worth at hundreds of billions of dollars. He's at the top of the food chain. The richest of the rich. All the so-called "elite" families in this town are nothing but peasants in his eyes. He just has to snap his fingers, and the whole city trembles. I honestly can't figure out why a guy like that would even look twice at someone like me. But whatever the reason, I ended up moving into his mansion that very day. He isn't anything like his name. It sounds all gentle and romantic, but Jake is anything but. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. His scent surrounded me, filled my senses, took my breath away. But like he promised, he didn't try to force me to do anything. He kept his word. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Brittany had forked over the ten grand for her charm school tuition and officially started her journey to trophy wife-dom. Everywhere she looked, all she saw were designer bags and watches, diamond bracelets and platinum necklaces. Brittany had never seen so much high-end crap in her life. Her eyes practically bugged out of her head. She was more convinced than ever that she had made the right decision, that this charm school was her ticket to the good life. After all, our neighbor Ashley had managed to marry some big shot after going to the same school. So why not her? She was way better looking than Ashley, anyway. But just a few days later, Ashley had completely transformed. Brittany stared at her, eyes burning with envy. Ashley's face was so different. She had obviously had some "work" done. Her nose was higher, her eyes were bigger, and her chin was all pointy and defined. Brittany felt completely outclassed. It seemed like everyone else was already carrying a freakin' Birkin bag, while she was still wearing clothes she'd swiped from my closet. And her face was still a dull, sickly yellow. Brittany wasn't gonna let herself get left behind. She decided she had to get plastic surgery too. Eyes, nose, everything. She blew through her cash in no time, and even racked up a huge debt to the freakin' plastic surgeon. After the first few lessons, most of the girls already had designer bags, flaunting them like trophies. Brittany felt like she just had to keep up, no matter what. At first, she tried to squeeze more money out of Mom and Dad, but without me around to foot the bills, the family was completely broke. So Brittany pulled the ultimate weapon: she threatened to kill herself if they didn't give her the money. My parents had no choice but to hit up their friends and relatives, begging for loans. At first, they were able to scrape together a few bucks, but they were so irresponsible, borrowing money left and right without any intention of paying it back. Pretty soon, nobody would even answer their calls anymore. But Brittany wasn't listening to reason. She just kept pushing, demanding more and more. After sinking tens of thousands of dollars into her face, all she had managed to do was make herself look like a cheap knock-off of a celebrity. Her face was swollen and bruised, and she looked like she'd been stung by a thousand bees. Brittany had planned to wait a few more weeks, let the swelling go down before showing herself in public. But then, one of the other girls in the charm school actually managed to hook up with some freakin' tycoon. Now, she was all over social media, showing off her new life, her designer wardrobe, her private jet. Brittany was green with jealousy. She was convinced she was the one who was supposed to marry rich first, to be living the high life, to be the envy of everyone. So, she hatched a plan. She started posting anonymous gossip online, trying to tear the other girl down. #FakeSocialiteLeanneIsFakeFromTheTopToBottom# #Leanne'sSugarDaddyIsADirtyOldMan# Those two hashtags took off like wildfire, trending all over social media. In a matter of hours, Leanne's entire life had been exposed. Turns out, she wasn't some refined debutante at all, but a pole dancer from a sleazy strip club. Just like that, Leanne became a laughingstock, a walking punchline. Her dream of marrying into high society, of living happily ever after in a gilded cage, was completely shattered.

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