During study hall, the school’s most popular girl grabbed my childhood best friend, Liam Vance, and demanded: "What do you even like about Chloe? Do you just like those massive cow tits of hers?" "Can you please not be so utterly vulgar?" Countless pairs of eyes landed on me. Some were watching for the drama, some were gloating, and others were purely malicious. Liam gave a helpless sigh and explained, "Our relationship isn't what you think it is, Summer. I just take care of her like a little sister." It really wasn't what Summer Hayes thought. The only reason Liam hovered around me every day, showering me with care and attention, was because his mother was my estate manager. I am the sole heiress of the Vance corporate empire. From the time Liam was a little boy, the only education he received from his mother was how to serve me, please me, and eventually marry into the Vance family to secure her a golden ticket. 01 "First she’s just a friend, then she’s a ‘sister,’ and next thing I know, she'll be your girlfriend! Liam, it's her or me. You have to choose!" The veins on Liam’s neck bulged. He weighed his options in agonizing silence, but ultimately gave her no response. Overwhelmingly disappointed, Summer burst into tears and ran out of the classroom. Liam cast a quick, sideways glance at me, gritted his teeth, and chased after her. For a moment, I couldn't tell if this scene was a flashback before death or reality. Because I was already dead. The day after Liam successfully seized total control of my father's conglomerate and publicly announced his engagement to Summer, I was pushed into the artificial lake at my family's estate and drowned. By that point, I had been paralyzed from the waist down and plagued by chronic illness, locked inside the house by Liam. Every single maid and nurse had been replaced; not a single person on the payroll was loyal to me. When I saw their engagement announcement on the news, I expended every ounce of my remaining energy to force Liam to come home. Stripping away his usual gentle, considerate mask, his face twisted into a demonic sneer as his hands clamped around my throat. "I've had enough of you, Chloe." "For years, I threw away my dignity as a man and followed you around like a dog. I couldn't even go to the college I wanted, and I gave up the chance to study abroad with Summer. I sacrificed everything for you, and that stubborn old bastard of a father still refused to hand the company over to me. He played me for an absolute fool." "You think just because you have money, you can do whatever you want? You're just as hypocritical as your father. Today, you're going to find out exactly what it feels like to struggle at the bottom of the water!" After my father died, Liam's attitude toward me had slowly turned cold. Once he leveraged my name to fully hijack the Vance empire, his true colors were finally revealed. My father’s drunken drowning in that same lake wasn't an accident. Liam had orchestrated the whole thing. I looked into his dark, bottomless eyes and saw pure, unadulterated murderous intent. His wings were fully formed; he no longer needed me to act as his good-luck charm to legitimize his reign. His wedding to Summer was approaching. It was time for his hidden, disabled wife to disappear. At the edge of the lake, right as he violently shoved me toward the water, my hands locked onto his collar in a death grip, dragging him straight into the freezing depths with me. A hurricane of pure hatred consumed me. Every single time he thrashed and clawed to reach the surface, I used the very last of my fading strength to drag him back down into the abyss. He murdered my father. If I had to die, I was dragging him straight to hell with me! To ensure my death looked like an accident, Liam had given all the estate staff the day off. In that massive, empty estate, no one was there to hear my cries for help. And now, no one was there to hear his. Right as I confirmed he had completely lost consciousness, I blacked out entirely. When I woke up, I was staring at the current scene. The two of them had just run out the door, and the study hall erupted into chaotic gossip. "Liam is just too nice. Who else would let their maid's daughter ride to school in his Maybach every day?" "She constantly third-wheels the couple in their own car. No wonder Summer finally snapped..." Then, the crude, mocking laughter of the boys reached my ears. "Hey Tyler, your dad owns Brooks Dairy Farms, right? Tell us, who has bigger udders? Your prize-winning Holsteins, or Chloe?" "Bro, you can't compare them. Our cows are purebreds and properly mated. They aren't loose and easy like she is..." "Hahahaha!" They fed off each other's vile energy, laughing like a pack of hyenas. While I was still processing my shock, a heavy, aluminum can of iced coffee flew across the room and smashed directly into my chest, before clattering onto my desk. Pain. A sharp, piercing pain blossomed in my chest. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't a dying hallucination. This was absolute, undeniable reality. I had been reborn into the nightmare that was my high school years. It was today. The day Summer Hayes finally exploded. She had given Liam a final ultimatum: if I rode in the same car with them to school one more time, she would cut ties with him forever. Before study hall even ended, Liam took Summer and left in my chauffeured car. I had to take a cab home in the pouring rain. We got into a horrific crash, leaving me permanently paralyzed from the waist down. I missed over half a semester before returning to school in a wheelchair. By then, Summer and Liam were publicly dating, and because of my disability, the bullying escalated into pure malice. I violently threw my head down and wiggled my toes. Thank God. My legs were perfectly fine. 02 The instigator, Tyler Brooks, laughed hysterically, seeking praise from his cronies. "Did you guys see that? Maximum elasticity!" The group of delinquent boys stared at my chest with blatant, disgusting entitlement. I heard one of them mutter crudely, "Fucking slut." Smack! The class president slammed a textbook onto his desk. "We're all classmates here. Don't cross the line." Tyler smirked shamelessly. "The Cow Girl doesn't even mind, why are you playing white knight?" The nickname "Cow Girl" started with Summer. At first, nobody in class treated me like this. Until Summer transferred in. She set her sights on the perfect, wealthy "heir," Liam Vance, and pursued him relentlessly. After Liam rejected her a few times to keep his facade up, she shifted her crosshairs onto me—the girl who arrived and left with him every single day. In front of all the boys in our class, she announced that I looked like a dairy cow. She claimed that girls with chests that large were promiscuous from a young age, and that they only got that big because men had been groping them. Those filthy, slanderous words acted like Pandora's box. The moment they were spoken, a demon of pure misogyny was unleashed. Alongside my real name, I was permanently branded "Cow Girl." At first, they were slightly hesitant, knowing I was dropped off in luxury cars and wore expensive clothes. But thanks to Liam’s deliberate, manipulative blurring of the lines, the entire school began to believe that I was the maid's daughter, and that Liam—the son of my estate manager—was the true prince of the Vance corporate empire. Under Summer's passionate pursuit, Liam's resistance slowly melted. As the two became the school's golden couple, a horde of Summer's simps and Liam's lackeys started targeting me to win their favor. They catcalled me, made sexually explicit jokes, and ruthlessly mocked my "low-class" background. Initially, the "Cow Girl" nickname was contained to our classroom. But one day, my estate manager attended a parent-teacher conference on my behalf. That completely solidified the rumor that I was the maid's daughter. Soon, the "Cow Girl" moniker echoed through the entire school. Goaded by Summer, the boys even organized a "Brainless Bimbo" poll for the entire high school. Unsurprisingly, I won by a landslide. Ignoring the class president's warning, Tyler kept throwing insults. "Do you have the nerve to wreck someone else's relationship, but not the nerve to show your face, Cow Girl?" I took a slow, deep breath. I picked up the heavy aluminum can from my desk and walked straight toward Tyler. "Since you have the audacity to call me 'Girl', it's my responsibility as your superior to teach you how to act like a human being." Under his utterly bewildered gaze, I smashed the metal can squarely into the center of his forehead. He howled in agony. Taking advantage of his momentary blackout, I grabbed him by the collar, ripped him out of his chair, threw him to the floor, mounted his chest, and started raining slaps across his face left and right. "This is for being a degenerate! "This is for the nicknames! "And this is for barking like a pathetic, rabid dog for a girl who doesn't even want you!" 03 In the principal's office. Seeing the bloody scratch marks covering her son's face, Tyler's mother raised her hand and lunged forward to slap me. I swiftly ducked to the side. Ms. Parker, my homeroom teacher who was standing right behind me, took the full, ringing force of the slap directly to her face. Ms. Parker had never been a good person. Whenever conflicts arose in her classroom, she always sided with the students who had wealthy, powerful parents. I had reported to her countless times that Tyler and his friends were leading the bullying, catcalling me, and throwing things at my head. Ms. Parker had just looked at me coldly and said: "Where there is smoke, there's fire. If you behaved like a proper, decent girl, no one would bother you." God as my witness, what kind of disgusting logic was that? If a fly lands on you, does that mean you're a piece of rotting garbage? Not only did she refuse to do her job and protect me, but she actually victim-blamed me. Smack! Tyler's mother gasped in horror, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide. Ms. Parker's face turned ash gray. "Chloe Vance! Look what you've done!" Tyler's mother had swung with everything she had. A bright red handprint was rapidly blooming across Ms. Parker's left cheek. "Ms. Parker, Tyler's mom is the one who slapped you. Why on earth are you blaming me?" Tyler's mom quickly began apologizing profusely to the teacher, while simultaneously cursing me out. "You little bitch! I was aiming for you! If you hadn't dodged, I wouldn't have hit Ms. Parker!" "So I'm just supposed to stand there and let you hit me? The apple truly doesn't fall far from the tree. No wonder Tyler has absolutely zero class." Furious, Tyler's mom raised her hand to strike me again. "Stop right there." A familiar female voice echoed from the doorway. It was Liam's mother, my estate manager, Evelyn Thorne. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored business suit, her shoulder-length hair styled in elegant waves. She didn't look like a housekeeper; she looked like a high-powered corporate executive. "Mrs. Vance! What a surprise to see you here!" Seeing who it was, Ms. Parker instantly flipped her attitude, stepping forward with a fawning, desperate smile. My father was overseas on a business trip and couldn't make it back. As my dedicated estate manager, it was perfectly normal for Evelyn to come to the school to handle emergencies. Evelyn offered a graceful, weary smile. "Chloe's parents are so busy with work. We're all family, so I came in their place. It's the same thing." "Of course a maid is busy serving her masters," Tyler muttered under his breath. Acting as if she hadn't heard a thing, Evelyn began exchanging pleasantries with Ms. Parker. I lowered my eyes, unable to hold back a cold sneer. This duo, Liam and his mother, were absolute masters at dropping vague, misleading statements that confirmed everyone's false assumptions. Anyone looking at them would assume Evelyn was the wealthy matriarch, and Liam was the heir, simply letting a poor charity case live with them. When people called me the maid's daughter, my denials were treated like delusional lies, because Liam and Evelyn never once stepped up to correct the record. Instead, they would pull me aside and lecture me. They'd say, "Don't stoop to their level. People are just jealous of wealth. Keeping a low profile protects your dad's company from unwanted attention." Ms. Parker glanced at me, then gave Evelyn a brief rundown of today's incident. "Arguments between students are normal, but resorting to physical violence crosses the line. Tyler is injured. In my opinion, you should cover his medical bills, and Chloe needs to give Tyler a formal apology." "Absolutely not! My Tyler took a beating for no reason. This is not going away that easily!" "What do you propose, Mrs. Brooks?" Tyler's mom held up five fingers. "This much. And she has to apologize to my Tyler in front of the entire school assembly." "$50,000?" Evelyn smoothly pulled out a designer checkbook. She turned to me. "Chloe, the car is parked downstairs. Go wait for me in the back." I walked out, but I didn't go downstairs. Tyler's furious complaints drifted through the open door. "Aunt Evelyn, Chloe is just a maid's daughter! Why are you treating her so well?!" Evelyn’s voice was soft and maternal. "Don't speak about her like that. She and my Liam grew up together, and I've watched over her since she was a little girl. If she makes a mistake, how could I not look after her?" Ms. Parker gushed, "You are simply too kind, Mrs. Vance." 04 By the time they escorted Evelyn downstairs, I was already sitting in the car. Tyler yanked the car door open and started yelling. "Aunt Evelyn is nice enough to come pick you up, and you're sitting in the back seat acting like you're the boss?! Do you have any manners at all?" "You're talking to me about manners? The guy who makes up degrading nicknames for girls?" Tyler was about to snap back, but Evelyn grabbed his arm. "Let it go. This child has always had a difficult temper. As adults, we just have to be a little more forgiving." Ms. Parker shook her head in disapproval, and Evelyn offered a tragic, long-suffering sigh. The car pulled away from the school and merged into traffic. "Chloe, we are ladies. We cannot go around getting into physical altercations. It's inappropriate." "No boy is ever going to like a girl who is that aggressive and abrasive." "Besides, you're all classmates. You have to see each other every single day. There's no need to make enemies." "I've already smoothed things over with them. You don't have to apologize in front of the whole school anymore. Just give Tyler a sincere apology in front of the class, and this whole thing will blow over." She still thought I was the same brainwashed, naive child she had PUA'd for the last decade, assuming she could just pay people off and force me to apologize without even asking what happened. Her "solution" blatantly cemented the narrative that I was the one entirely at fault. "Why didn't you ask me why I hit him?" In the rearview mirror, Evelyn's face stiffened for a fraction of a second, before she offered a silent, patronizing smile. "Regardless of the reason, resorting to violence is always wrong." "Fine. If you think I'm wrong, you go apologize to him. I am not covering a single cent of that check. You can pay it out of your own pocket. And if you can't handle a minor issue like this properly, I'll ask my dad to replace you with a competent estate manager." I had my own independent bank accounts. The massive budget required to run the estate, covering the salaries and expenses of dozens of staff members, was entirely under my control. My dad had assigned a dedicated corporate accountant to manage my books. I pulled out my phone and dialed Mr. Reed. "The estate manager just wrote a check for $50,000. Void it immediately. Do not let the bank clear it." Hanging up the phone, I looked at the familiar city streets outside the window and ordered Evelyn to take a different route home. Even though the driver today wasn't Arthur—who in my past life had taken cold medicine before driving—taking a different route gave me peace of mind to avoid the crash entirely. Before I closed my eyes to rest, I caught a glimpse of Evelyn in the rearview mirror. Her face was absolutely livid. Evelyn Thorne arrived at the Vance estate when I was five years old. My mother had just passed away, and my dad was drowning in corporate expansion. Originally hired as a nanny, Evelyn slowly morphed into a mother figure in my life. Her promotion to head estate manager was largely because of me. My dependence on her eventually surpassed my reliance on my constantly traveling father. Who could have guessed she harbored the ambition of a starving wolf? From the time I was a child, she began systematically gaslighting me. She subtly brainwashed me with toxic, outdated ideals: Men conquer the world, women manage the home. Girls should be submissive, quiet, and excessively forgiving. She deliberately manufactured endless opportunities for me to be alone with her son, paving the way for Liam to secure my heart—and by extension, the entire Vance empire—before we even graduated. Evelyn and Liam's current behavior made them look more like the masters of the house than I did. When we got home, my chauffeured Maybach still hadn't returned. Because of the voided check, Evelyn was in a foul mood, her tone sharp and snappy. "The young master still isn't back yet?" Martha, our loyal maid, took my backpack and blazer, shaking her head. "No, ma'am." "Arthur is so incredibly reckless! Keeping Liam out wandering the streets this late! Do you have any idea what time it is? Are you too stupid to call him and tell him to hurry up?!" Arthur was my dedicated driver. He was also Evelyn's younger brother, and Liam's uncle. After Evelyn secured her iron grip on the Vance household, it didn't take long for Arthur to be appointed as my personal chauffeur. In my past life, when I was abandoned at school, I called Arthur to come back and get me. He casually told me that Liam had an urgent matter to attend to and couldn't be interrupted, telling me to just hail a cab. I was so blinded by heartbreak over Liam leaving with Summer that I didn't even think to call my dad. And then the crash happened.
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