The Heiress's Revenge Stealing My Name Was Your Last Mistake

A slip of my finger sent a photo of the blue diamond necklace I bought for Grandma straight into her senior academy's group chat. A fellow student’s granddaughter immediately tagged me, spewing venom: "Can a broke loser like you even afford that? Who gave you permission to post pictures of my necklace? Get lost if you just want to show off!" I was totally bewildered. What was this girl’s problem? Unwilling to back down, she posted the original receipt for the necklace, along with photos of herself wearing it from every possible angle over the past several months. She then turned right back around to tear into me: "If you ever dare steal my photos again or impersonate me, the heiress of the Sullivan Group, I’ll make sure you regret ever being born!" I was utterly stunned. Did my dad secretly reverse the vasectomy he got right after I was born? After returning from abroad, I took the cheapest BMW in our garage to pick up Grandma from her senior community college. Distracted by an incoming call on the way, my thumb slipped, and I accidentally sent a picture of the blue diamond necklace I had bought for her directly into her class’s group chat. I scrambled to unsend the photo, but the seniors and their family members were already buzzing with excitement. "Whoa! Look at the size of that blue diamond! That must cost a fortune!" "Turns out we have a closet billionaire right here in our senior class!" "Miss Megan Miller, please drop by our group chat more often! Show us regular folks how the ultra-rich live!" "Wait, I remember reading about this in the news! A blue diamond necklace was bought at a private auction in a European castle by the heiress of the Sullivan Group. Could Grandma Miller’s granddaughter actually be Mr. Sullivan’s daughter?" I hadn’t expected anyone to guess my identity so quickly. Naturally low-key, I was just about to laugh it off with a casual excuse. Suddenly, a girl named Zoey Sullivan tagged my name and tore into me: "You broke loser! Can you even afford something like that? Who gave you permission to post my necklace? If you want to show off, get lost!" "You need a Black Card membership just to be eligible to buy that necklace. Have you ever even seen a Black Card in your pathetic life?" "You have no money, yet you’re lurking in an old folks' group trying to play rich. Shameless!" I was completely baffled by her unprovoked rage. I bought this necklace with my own money, so why was she throwing a tantrum? Was she out of her mind? Curious, I replied, "When exactly did you buy it?" Zoey instantly fired back several screenshots from her Instagram. Month after month, photos showed her wearing the exact same blue diamond necklace. Then, she slapped a photo of the purchase receipt into the chat and cursed at me: "You cheap fake, you really have the nerve to ask when I bought it? I’ve worn this piece so much it's practically worn out!" "If you ever dare steal my photos again or pretend to be the Sullivan heiress, I’ll make sure you regret ever being born!" Her whole routine left me dizzy with confusion. Instantly, the other seniors and their relatives rallied behind Zoey. "These days, the one with receipts is the one telling the truth! Thank goodness Miss Sullivan saw through the scam in time, or we might have been swindled out of all our savings by these two grifters!" "I knew it! The heiress of the Sullivan Group bought that piece. That old lady Miller and her granddaughter don’t even share the Sullivan last name. How could they have anything to do with the Sullivan Group? Total fraudsters!" "How did the senior academy even admit trash like this? Someone needs to investigate whether Mrs. Miller pulled strings to get in here just to run scams. Absolutely disgusting!" Pleased with the reaction, Zoey chimed in smugly, "If this fraud hadn't tried to impersonate me today, I wouldn't have even bothered revealing my identity." Furious at their baseless accusations, I shot back: "I accidentally sent a wrong picture, that’s all. Do you really need to launch personal attacks against my grandmother and me? Just because Zoey claims she’s an heiress? Anyone can Photoshop a receipt or an image nowadays!" Zoey sneered and tagged everyone in the chat: "This weekend, I’m hosting all of you on my family's five-star luxury cruise ship to thank you for taking such good care of my grandma." Her tone abruptly chilled: "As for those two scammers, don't bother showing up. Nothing disgusts me more than vain, money-grubbing liars. Trying to steal my identity? Look in the mirror, you cheap trash!" Beyond my anger, I couldn't help feeling completely puzzled. She sounded so supremely confident. Did my dad lie about his vasectomy all those years ago? Was Zoey really his secret love child? The seniors and their families rushed to stroke her ego and take her side. "Grandma Miller’s granddaughter has no shame! Miss Sullivan has the real necklace and is treating our entire class to a five-star cruise. She’s generous, wealthy, and totally sincere! Meanwhile, this girl has zero proof and dares question Miss Sullivan!" "When a broke nobody gets exposed, what class do you expect? All she knows is how to act like a shameless brat! We all know who's real and who's fake!" "Knowing isn't enough! Scum like this shouldn't pollute our civilized senior group. The class coordinator needs to kick this scamming duo out!" Taking the cue, the class coordinator stepped in to lecture me: "Young lady, this is not the place for your petty con games. Basic manners and honesty are the bare minimum for being a decent human being! You and your grandmother need to reflect on yourselves!" With that, she banned both my account and my grandmother's from the group. I shook my head in disbelief. Arguing with a bunch of fools was a complete waste of energy. I drove straight to pick up Grandma, deciding to put the whole ridiculous mess behind me.That weekend, my father booked a private luxury lounge on the cruise ship he had gifted me, specifically to celebrate my return to the country. The moment my BMW pulled up to the harbor, an aggressive security guard blocked my path. "Back it up! Who told you that you could park here? Our young mistress booked the entire venue today for her VIP guests. No unauthorized personnel allowed! Get lost! Move it!" Grandma leaned halfway out the passenger window, trying to reason with him. "Excuse me, young man. My son reserved a table for us in advance. We’re just here for lunch." The guard snarled back, "Do you speak English? I said get the hell out of here!" My temper flared, and I snapped, "Is this how the security on a five-star luxury cruise behaves? Move aside right now, or I'll have my father fire you on the spot!" Incensed, the guard lunged through the open window, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and slapped me hard across the face several times. Grandma screamed in terror inside the car. Just then, Zoey hurried over to intervene. Behind her, the crowd instantly recognized Grandma. The guard froze, immediately pulling his hands back, and bowed respectfully toward Zoey. "Miss Sullivan!" Zoey’s grandmother mocked my grandma with a cackle. "Well, well! Look who showed up—the shameless pair! Didn’t your granddaughter claim she was the Sullivan heiress? How come she can’t even get past the gate of her 'own' cruise ship?" Zoey looked me up and down, letting out a cold laugh. "Oh, it's you! Showing off in a beat-up, cheap used car? Didn’t I warn you not to crash my party? We don’t welcome con artists here!" Taking his cue, the guard moved to drag Grandma and me away. I roared with fury, "Touch me again and see what happens! My father gave me this cruise ship! I have every right to be here!" The crowd of seniors and their relatives cheered Zoey on. "She's actually addicted to pretending to be an heiress! If the real owner exposed me like that, I’d crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. Have some dignity!" "Miss Sullivan is far too kind. Call the cops and have these lowlifes arrested! Let's see if they dare pull scams after spending a night in jail!" "Like mother, like daughter. A girl who lies so easily must come from a whole family of crooks!" Grandma was trembling with rage, dropping into a squat and coughing violently. I grabbed Zoey by the collar, refusing to let go. "Apologize to my grandmother right now, or I’ll ruin you!" The guard shoved me off and pulled Zoey behind him. Struggling to stand up from the pavement, I fixed a chilling glare on the guard. "You’ve got guts. After today, not only are you losing your job, but my family’s legal team will sue you for aggravated assault. Just you wait!" My ferocious demeanor clearly spooked him. He glanced nervously at Zoey. Zoey glared at him. "Coward! Haven't you seen how close my dad and I are? You're actually buying the threats of a cheap scammer?" Calmly, I pointed toward the ship’s vibrant emblem. "When you shine a black light on this ship’s hull insignia, my initials are clearly visible underneath. It was a special surprise my father prepared for me years ago. Don’t believe me? Go check it yourself." Zoey raised an eyebrow and shot the guard a look. The guard scrambled to grab a UV flashlight, sweeping the beam meticulously across the ship's emblem, checking every single square inch. Nothing showed up. Zoey said casually, "Check the bow and the stern while you're at it. Let's make sure this scammer has no more excuses to cling to." As the beam swept across the bow, a set of initials magically illuminated: Zoey's initials. The crowd gasped in awe, and another wave of ridicule washed over me. "She's so obsessed with being an heiress, she must have completely lost her mind!" "Tsk, tsk. I thought she actually had something, but all she did was prove she’s a total fraud again!" "We can't let her keep harassing Miss Sullivan like this. Just call Chairman Sullivan and have him throw her in prison!" Amused, I stared straight at Zoey. "Go on, make the call! If you have the guts, have my dad come down here and arrest me!" Zoey rolled her eyes disdainfully. "You think everyone has as much free time as you? My dad runs countless corporations. He’s swamped every single day. I’m not bothering him over a pathetic loser like you!" Zoey's grandmother rushed up to my grandma, pointing a finger in her face. "Look at what you raised! A lowborn nobody who spends all her time impersonating my granddaughter. Absolutely shameless, spit!" Grandma raised her hand and slapped the old woman across the face. "Do you think I don't know who my own son and granddaughter are? You two are the bullies here—you've lied so much you actually believe your own nonsense!"Clutching her stinging, reddened cheek, Zoey's grandmother turned scarlet with fury. Zoey screamed at the guard, "Grab them! Beat them senseless! They must have a death wish!" Beside herself with rage, Zoey's grandmother lunged at my grandma, claws out, trying to tear into her face. Furious, I kicked the old woman hard. With a loud splash, she tumbled overboard. Before the guard could even grab her coat, she was already in the water. Zoey completely lost her mind and screamed at me, "Megan Miller! You’re going to pay for my grandmother's life!" I sneered, completely unfazed. "Her cheap life isn't worth a dime to me. She brought this on herself!" "Everyone saw it! She attacked first and scratched my grandmother's face. I haven't even settled that score with you, and now you want to play the victim?" Zoey helped drag her soaking-wet grandmother onto the dock, her face twisted with rage. She jabbed a finger in my face, hissing, "Enjoy your little victory while it lasts! You have no idea what you've done!" "All I have to do is tell my father—Arthur Sullivan, Chairman of the Sullivan Group—and he’ll make sure you and your pathetic old hag don’t live to see tomorrow!" Grandma retorted sharply: "Go ahead! Bring it on! I’d love to see if this 'Arthur Sullivan' of yours has the nerve! You two fakes really think you can rule the world, don't you?" I backed her up: "The Chairman of the Sullivan Group and his family are known for being humble and low-key. Look at the way you two brawl—you look like trailer-trash brawlers, not Sullivans!" Drenched and humiliated, Zoey's grandmother completely snapped, thrusting her shaking finger inches from our noses. "Zoey! Show them! Shut these pathetic doubters up once and for all!" Zoey cast a chilling, meaningful glance my way, then led everyone aboard the cruise ship. She threw open the double doors to the third-floor luxury penthouse suite. Hanging front and center on the wall above the sofa was a massive, framed family portrait. The seniors from Grandma’s class immediately recognized Arthur Sullivan in the photo. "Oh my god! It really is Chairman Sullivan! We've only ever seen him on the news, and now we're standing right here with his family! This is incredible!" "I told you! The real thing never lies! Zoey is Chairman Sullivan's daughter! Why else would he take a family portrait with strangers?" "Anyone with eyes can see the class radiating from Mrs. Sullivan and Miss Sullivan. Look at Miss Sullivan—she’s the spitting image of Chairman Sullivan!" Staring at the family portrait, I froze in utter shock. Assuming the posture of a triumphant victor, Zoey's grandmother patted my grandma's cheek with mock pity. "Slapped in the face, aren't you? Exposed for the frauds you are! You dare call us impostors? We're going to keep slapping that smug look off your faces!" Prompted by a nod from her grandmother, Zoey dialed a video call. When the screen connected, the opulent corner office of the Sullivan Group's executive suite appeared. The secretary turned her camera toward Arthur Sullivan, who was sitting at the head of a glass conference table. She spoke respectfully to Zoey: "Miss Sullivan, the Chairman is currently in a high-level meeting. If there’s an emergency, you can tell me, and I’ll have him call you back the moment he steps out. Would that work?" Zoey shrugged carelessly. "Nothing urgent. Just make sure to remind my dad to drink plenty of water and get some rest, no matter how busy he gets." The secretary nodded warmly. "I'll be sure to pass that along, Miss Sullivan. It'll make his day." Enraged, Grandma pushed past the crowd, shouting at the phone, "Who the hell are you people?! How did you trick my son? My son would never belong to your family!" With bloodshot eyes, Grandma turned to me and ordered, "Call your father right now, right in front of them!" I pulled out my phone and dialed my father's private, direct line.