The Maid's Daughter Stole My Life,So I Took It All Back

"You conniving little leech. Don't think I don't know what you're doing. You take advantage of my mom's kindness and trick her into giving you everything you want!"

As she spoke, her gaze dropped to my neck. Her eyes lit up.

"That jade pendant necklace looks expensive. Let me guess, you conned my mom into buying that for you too?"

Before I could move, she lunged forward and ripped the necklace from my throat.

Cora was fast and vicious. I didn't even have time to react before the chain was in her hand.

The blood drained from my face. "Give it back!"

My panic only sharpened her cruelty. She studied me with cold, calculating eyes.

"This worked up over a necklace? Must've cost my mom a fortune."

"It was my mother's," I said, my voice cracking. "It's not worth much money, but it means everything to me. Give it back. Now."

I reached for it.

That jade pendant was a talisman my mother had paid for with her life.

I'd been sickly since birth. When I was ten, I was hospitalized in critical condition, unconscious, unresponsive. The doctors told my parents to start making arrangements.

My mother refused to accept it. She went to a temple to pray for me. To prove her devotion, in the scorching heat of a summer that hit a hundred and four degrees, she knelt and bowed her way from the base of the mountain to the summit. One step, one prostration, over and over again.

By the time she reached the top, her knees were torn open to the bone. Blood ran down her forehead and into her eyes. She was barely conscious. But she obtained the jade pendant.

Maybe heaven itself was moved by what she'd done.

I woke up. Against every medical expectation, I opened my eyes.

But my mother never recovered. The ordeal destroyed her health, and she fell into an illness she would not survive.

On her deathbed, she pressed the pendant into my palm and told me to keep it safe. Always.

I'd treasured it every day since. I wore it everywhere, never took it off. It was the thing my mother traded her life for.

It was the one thing no one was allowed to touch.

"The more you want it," Cora said, smiling, "the more I want to destroy it."

Before my fingers could reach her, she hurled the necklace at the floor.

A sharp, clean crack.

The jade split apart. Four pieces. Five. Fragments scattered across the tile.

"No!"

I watched the pieces settle. The pendant my mother had given her life for, shattered on a dormitory floor.

My chest caved in. I couldn't breathe.

"You're an animal!"

Something inside me snapped. I swung my hand and slapped Cora across the face with everything I had.

"You hit me?!" She clutched her cheek, her voice climbing to a shriek. "Beat this bitch down! Now!"

"Whoever does the best job, I'll have my mom give them a million dollars."

The room shifted. Eyes went bright with greed. Fists and feet came from every direction.

"You actually hit Cora? Her mom is the richest woman in this city. Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Exactly. You're a charity case who doesn't even have her own home. You think you can afford a necklace like that? Obviously you scammed it out of Cora's mom. She smashed her own property. Why are you so worked up?"

"Shameless tramp. You steal someone else's mother and then you have the nerve to hit the real daughter? You've got a death wish."

"And don't you dare bring up your own mother. Your parents raised a shameless parasite like you. They deserved to die young."

I was on the ground. Pinned. Shaking with a rage so intense my teeth ached from clenching.

"You'll regret this," I said. "Every single one of you."

The room erupted in laughter, as if I'd told the funniest joke they'd ever heard.

"Oh, that's precious. Cora's mother is the wealthiest woman in the city, and you're threatening us? What are you going to do about it?"

"Seriously. You're nothing but a pathetic orphan who survives by latching onto other people's families. You're already living off handouts, and you think you can threaten us?"

"A bottom-feeder who doesn't even own a roof over her head. All you can do is bark."

They pinned me to the floor, taunting and humiliating me without an ounce of restraint.

Cora, buoyed by the crowd's support, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. Her voice dripped with arrogance.

"Regret? I've never regretted a single thing in my life. Go ahead, I'm dying to see how a broke little nobody like you could ever make me regret anything!"

The words had barely left her mouth when a fleet of luxury cars came speeding down the road, one after another, pulling to a stop in front of the estate.