Chapter 7%
“Or maybe Queenie is just feeling extra generous lately, donating entire manors now?” I said with a smile, my voice laced with sarcasm. The class looked back and forth between us, clearly unsure who to believe. Queenie noticed the hesitation and jumped in fast, trying to steer things her way. “Divorce? Please. Do you honestly believe your mom was ever legally married?“{
She crossed her arms, looking smug. “I get that everyone’s confused, so let me clear it up, this weekend, I’m throwing a little get–together at my family’s villa. You’re all invited. It’ll be fun and you’ll get to meet my parents in person.“”
She smiled sweetly, but it was obviously fake. “Then you can decide for yourselves who’s the real daughter here and who’s just been pretending.”
She glanced around. “I mean, seeing is believing, right?“}}
With that, she spun around and walked off with her little group, looking pleased with herself.
When she said ‘villa‘, I didn’t react much. I already knew exactly which house she meant. So when the day came, I didn’t wait for an invite, I just showed up, casually, with a couple of bodyguards behind me.
The second I walked in, Queenie spotted me. Her face twisted in disbelief and pure rage.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped. “This is my house. No one invited you!“}
She looked at the men behind me like they were some kind of threat. “You brought bodyguards? What, are you trying to cause a scene? Get out. Now. Or I’m calling the cops.“>
She didn’t stop there. “And don’t think I don’t know my dad still gives you hush money every month. If you pull anything, I’ll make sure he cuts you and your mom off completely.”
I didn’t even blink. I just smiled, walked over and sat down on the main sofa like I owned the place.
“Actually,” I said calmly, “the people who should be leaving aren’t me or my guys… it’s you and your little groupies.”
Everyone in the room froze, then a few classmates started snickering.”
“She’s really something, huh?“}
“Yeah, this is just embarrassing now.”>
“Honestly, I was on the fence, but after meeting Mr. and Mrs. Santiago, it’s obvious who’s telling the truth.“}
“Yeah, right. A mistress’s daughter dares to show up and act like she owns the place. How shameless can you be?“}
“In ancient times, someone like her would’ve been sold off already. Queenie is honestly being too soft.”
I didn’t even glance their way. Instead, I pulled out the property certificate and waved it lightly. “Why? Do I need your permission to show up at my own house?“}
Then I looked straight at Queenie. “What now? Gonna say this is fake too? Cool, if it’s fake, prove it. Show me the real one. If you’ve got it, I’ll leave right now and even throw in an apology. But if you don’t… well, then maybe you’re the one who should be leaving.“}
Queenie snatched the document like she had just seen a ghost. She stared at it, flipping it over like she expected it to change. “No way… this is Grandpa and Grandma’s place. How could this be yours?“>
I gave her a look. “Last I checked, they were our grandparents. Or did you decide to claim them all for yourself?“}
She stammered, then got defensive. “Even if they gave it to you out of pity, it doesn’t change anything! I’ll sue! I’m sure I can win and take it back!“}
I leaned back and crossed my arms, totally unbothered. “You done?”
Then I smiled. “Let me clear things up. This house? It’s mine. I let Grandpa and Grandma stay here because I love them, not because I had to. And you? You’ve never been part of that equation. So if they ever decide they don’t want to live here anymore, I’ve got every right to take it back.”
