Chapter 1
I spent my time in the womb listening to tragic romance audiobooks, and as a result, I was born with a full-blown persecution complex.
While other girls were discussing cute skirts, I was worrying about upskirt photographers, skulking in corners with action cameras and voice recorders, ready to document any crime.
While other girls flirted with their crushes, I feared I'd lose a verbal spar, so I signed up for every debate competition, ready to verbally strike down anyone who dared challenge me.
But year after year, right up until I turned sixteen, I never encountered that scheming female side character who was supposed to frame me.
My parents were kind and gentle, my classmates were endearingly silly, and my teachers were caring and dedicated.
Just as I was starting to suspect that I might actually be a complete lunatic, my biological parents showed up, rolling up in a luxury car.
My stunningly beautiful, elegant birth mother hugged me, sobbing her eyes out, all while shielding the fake heiress protectively.
"Ophelia, from now on, Evelyn is your younger sister. You two should get along well."
The fake heiress promised sweetly on the surface, but on my first day back, she deliberately shoved jewelry into my pocket and accused me of stealing it.
She put on a masterclass of waterworks, crying as if her heart were breaking, a picture of pure, tragic vulnerability.
As everyone stared at me with disgust and accusation in their eyes, a thrill of excitement shot through me. With a flourish, I produced my three sports cameras.
"Here! Let's go through the footage frame by frame!"
…
The whole Sullivan family was in shock.
Ophelia Sullivan, the fake heiress, clenched her fingers, staring at my three action cameras in disbelief. "Th… this is...?"
"Oh, this? It's just recordings of everything since the moment I stepped into the Sullivan family," I chirped, already eagerly scrolling through the footage to find the clip of my private moment with Ophelia.
"Don't worry, I have angles from every position. I'm sure we'll catch everything."
Ophelia's face went pale, and before I could find the right timestamp, my newly acquired older brother, Orion Sullivan, cut in with a darkened expression. "Enough!"
"Evelyn, if you stole it, you stole it. Are you really trying to say Ophelia framed you?"
"I've watched Ophelia grow up; I know her character better than anyone!"


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