Revenge of the Thorns: The Nanny's Daughter Cried for Mercy

When I was three years old, my mother passed away due to illness.

My dad said I was inconsolable, refusing to eat or drink and crying every day.

He thought that bringing Daisy's daughter, who was about my age, into our home might cheer me up.

According to him, from the moment Nicole arrived, I stopped crying, started playing with her, and even began eating again.

Grateful for what he believed was Nicole saving my life, Dad decided to adopt her, along with her mother, Daisy, who then enjoyed a comfortable life in our household.

I was even more grateful, thinking she had saved my life and treated her like a sister, granting her every request.

So, when Nicole saw my mother's jewelry, she felt entitled to ask for it.

When I refused, she couldn't handle it and broke down.

In her rage, Nicole stole everything to make a point.

She said that if she couldn't have something, then neither could I.

That was when I realized what kind of ungrateful wretch the Johnson family had raised all these years.

I reported her theft to the police, but she claimed that I had initially intended to donate the jewelry and only accused her out of regret.

Nicole had always pretended to be a wealthy heiress in class, while I was much more reserved.

The classmates who had taken the jewelry became her witnesses.

The incident was captured on video and spread widely, with various media outlets rushing to report the story. Before long, everyone knew me as an untrustworthy, vain, and materialistic person.

My classmates labeled me a disgrace, pushing and shoving me until I was hit by an out-of-control truck and killed on the spot...