They Raised a Real Heiress to Be a MonsterChapter 2

Finally, some peace and quiet.

I snapped a picture of the room and sent it to Ben Prescott.

[My life is so hard. I’m living in a place worse than Lucas’s doghouse.]

Ben was my boyfriend. Or, more accurately, my fiancé. In the elite circles of New York, few families were considered equals to the Hendries. The Prescotts were one of them.

[Come home, baby. The Vances’ entire net worth wouldn’t even cover your handbag budget.]

[If you’re short on cash, I’ll have my assistant transfer some more company shares to you.]

They say a man head-over-heels in love is the best kind of man to marry. Ben was living proof. As the current head of the Prescott empire, he was known for his ruthless, decisive nature in the boardroom. But with me, he was endlessly indulgent.

I smiled and texted back:

[I want your shares. And I want the Vance family fortune too.]

The second I hit send, my door swung open.

It was Stella. The meek, gentle facade was gone, replaced by a look of smug superiority. She tossed an invitation at me, her voice dripping with condescension.

“This is for the Prescotts’ birthday gala. Mom and Dad said I have to bring you,” she announced. “But a country bumpkin like you has probably never even heard of the Prescotts. You’ll just embarrass yourself if you go.”

I picked it up. It was an invitation for Nathan Prescott’s birthday.

Nathan was the younger Prescott son, and the polar opposite of his brother. While Ben was a poised and powerful leader, Nathan was a reckless, hedonistic playboy. The moment he was in the same room as Ben, he turned into a mouse cornered by a cat.

Seeing my silence, Stella continued her gloating. “The Prescotts are top-tier New York high society. Not just anyone can get close to them. But I’m Nathan’s girlfriend, so of course, I got an invitation.”

Girlfriend? I’d never heard about Nathan having a girlfriend. He had an endless parade of bedmates, but never a girlfriend.

“I know you’re probably desperate for a glimpse into the world of the elite,” she sneered. “But you don’t belong. I won’t have a low-class nobody like you dragging me down.”

With that, she snatched the invitation back from my hand and ripped it into tiny pieces. A malicious smile played on her lips as she tossed the paper confetti into the air.

The next second, she threw herself onto the floor and began to wail.

“Sister! I know you’re angry, but you can’t just rip up my invitation!”

I had to hand it to her. The girl was committed to the drama. Her first order of business should be to delete TikTok and stop reading those trashy long-lost-heiress novels. She was becoming a caricature.

As she predicted, her cries brought Mr. and Mrs. Vance and Ethan running. They huddled around her, their faces etched with concern.

Stella squeezed out a few more tears. “Mom, Dad, Ethan, don’t blame her,” she choked out. “It was my fault. She didn’t mean to push me. She just… she wanted to go to the Prescott gala by herself, so she destroyed my invitation.”

Ethan, ever the loyal idiot, immediately turned on me. “You are shameless! We wouldn’t even have an invitation if it weren’t for Stella! She’s Nathan Prescott’s girlfriend! You wanted to go alone so you could move in on her boyfriend, didn’t you?”

Hahahahaha.

If I tried to seduce Nathan, Ben would probably break all three of his legs.

Seeing that I wasn’t defending myself, Mr. Vance assumed I was guilty. “Your mother and I wanted to give you a chance to see how the other half lives, and this is how you repay us?” he said sternly. “How dare you destroy a Prescott invitation and attack your sister! Butler! Time for some family discipline!”

A moment later, the butler walked in holding a long, thin whip.