Revenge by Revealing My Influencer Nanny's True Colors

"Blair, I got some beef. Let me show you how to cook beef today," Lucci exclaimed as soon as she walked in the door.

I looked her up and down, and then it hit me.

There was something strange about her buttons. It looked like she was hiding a camera there.

"Blair, come to the kitchen."

I didn't respond, so Lucci went into the kitchen herself with the beef.

When I followed her in, she grabbed her apron and put it on me.

I hesitated and said, "I don't want to do this."

Lucci smiled kindly and said, "Blair, don’t be silly. We agreed to learn how to cook today.

To become an independent woman, you should be able to take care of yourself, including cooking your own meals."

"What do you do if I cook?" I asked her, “Lucci, haven't you forgotten that I hired you as a nanny, not as my mentor?"

Lucci was completely shocked, her face showing a hint of disbelief.

I wasn't surprised at all by her expression.

Ever since she brainwashed me, I almost took her words as gospel, truly believing that I could survive on my own just by making a perfect housewife.

Lucci quickly managed to control her expression and said to me, "Hey, I'm not trying to lecture you or anything. I just want to help. You seem like you rely on others for everything. If your husband doesn't need you one day, how will you survive on your own?"

She looked at me with a sincere expression, as if she really had my best interests at heart.

I chuckled coldly, "You're overconcerned. We signed a prenup before we got married.

Even if he doesn't want me, it's still my money. Without him, I'm still rich. There are plenty of people who can cook for me.

“Lucci, you need to know your place. You're just a nanny. I'm richer than you even if I'm broke. You don't have to worry about me surviving. I've made it this far without relying on a man or you."

Lucci's face turned pale, and after a few seconds of silence, she actually teared up.

Since the audience couldn't see her, she cried out in an exaggerated manner.

"Ma'am, I know I'm poor and you look down on me, but I'm also doing this for your own good. It really hurts me when you say things like that about me."

“You just told me I can't do anything and cursed me with divorce.

“Did you care about my feelings? And now you feel hurt when I simply mentioned that I’m richer than you.

"Since you're struggling financially, why don't you do a better job? Maybe in the future, if I’m happy with your job, I'll give you a raise. It’s not easy to have a well-paid job. So, don't worry about me."

She compressed her lips, wanting to say something, and then obediently went to cook the beef.

I went back to my room and checked her live stream, only to find the comments were rolling.

[What's happening? So Blair isn't just a Stepford wife who depends on a man, but actually a wealthy bigot herself?]

[You can't just think she's better than others because she has money. Look at how upset

Lucci is because of what she said.]

[I told you Blair won’t change. She's only been doing well for a few days, and she's already back to being a Stepford wife.]

[And you call this a Stepford wife? Haven't you heard that she's rich herself?]

[It's not her own money. It's her parents'. What's the difference between her and a Stepford wife?]

[I think Blair's right. I mean, as a nanny, Lucci lets her employer cook for her. Do you guys think that’s reasonable? And Blair is so stinking rich; she’s on a whole other level from us for like forever.]

After all, it was Lucci’s live stream. Even though some people spoke up for me, most of them were still criticizing me.

Everyone seemed to think I was clueless and they all wished for something bad to happen to me, or for someone to make me bankrupt just because I didn't respect independent women.

Just reading those comments made me feel like I'm watching a comedy show.