Begging for Mercy After Stealing What's Mine

After the SATs were over, Bianca invited everyone out by telling them that she was hosting a student gathering.

"I'll cover all the expenses for tonight. Enjoy yourself to your heart's content, everyone. Don't feel guilty about spending my money."

Everyone hollered and cheered upon hearing Bianca's words.

"You're much too generous, Bianca! I love you to death!"

"Now this is how a true heiress should behave! She should be an extremely generous spender!"

All the students flocked around Bianca and fawned over her while I was forced into a corner.

I couldn't help but scoff at how shameless Bianca was for using my money to foot the bill. But it was fine. The higher she flew, the harder the fall.

Just then, Bianca noticed me huddled in the corner. She grabbed my arm and said, "You've been working so hard recently, Anna. What did you think about the exams?

I knew that Bianca was testing me, trying to see if I was confident I would win the title of provincial top scorer and the three-million-dollar reward that came with it.

I narrowed my eyes and said languidly, "I think I did really well. It shouldn't be a problem at all for me to be awarded the title of provincial top scorer. What about you?"

Bianca tightened her grip around my arm. She forced on a smile and replied, "It doesn't matter how I did. I'll be inheriting my family's company soon."

She paused before continuing, "Oh, that's right. Your mother's really sick, right? Do you have enough money to pay her medical bills? I hope that Mrs. Lawson won't pass away with any regrets."

At the mention of "regret", I recalled how Mom had spent the last moments of her life wallowing in resentment in my past life.

My entire body shook from anger as I knocked Bianca's hand away.

James immediately delivered a powerful kick to my stomach when he noticed what was going on.

Caught off guard, I crumpled to the floor. Sweat cruised down my back from the unbearable pain.

James looked down at me from the tip of his nose. "How dare you hurt Bianca when she was just concerned for your mom? I hope that kick will serve as a lesson to you. I won't let you off the hook that easily if you hurt Bianca again."

Powering through the pain, I looked up at James and retorted, "I'm your actual girlfriend, James! Why do you keep taking Bianca's side time and time again?"

The Tipps family was extremely wealthy. There was nothing that James could gain by currying favor with Bianca. On top of that, an actual rich person would easily be able to see through Bianca's flimsy persona of an heiress.

James burst into mocking laughter as if he had just heard a hilarious joke. "My girlfriend? Stop being delusional, Anna. You're nothing more than a rebound who refuses to leave me alone. Do you really believe that you're on the same level as Bianca?"

The other students began to chime in with their own opinions.

"He's right. You need to take a good, hard look at yourself in the mirror. Bianca's so kind while you're the epitome of evil!"

"I can't believe you're delusional enough to believe that you can win James' heart. You heard what he said, right? He wouldn't even consider accepting you as a rebound."

James moved closer to me and whispered into my ear, "You were always outdoing me in everything, Anna. You always win first prize in competitions, and you're slated to become the next provincial top scorer.

"But things are different now. Bianca has the ability to use the tenfold transfer system. You're never going to make a name for yourself for the rest of your life."

My mind went blank when I heard James' words. There was a loud buzzing in my ears.

It turned out that James had known the truth all along. He and Bianca were accomplices!

Fortunately, I still had my trump card up my sleeve.

I looked at Bianca timidly and mumbled, "I shouldn't have been jealous of you, Bianca. Why don't I drop by your villa during break to work as one of your maids? I still need to pay Mom's expensive medical bills. You're such a kind person. You'll definitely forgive me, right?"

The students immediately grew excited at the mention of a villa.

"We want to visit your villa too, Bianca! We've never seen your villa in person before. Please let us come over!"

Bianca's expression twisted. She didn't own a villa. Her current residence was an old and rundown apartment that didn't even have an elevator.