The Heir to A Wealthy Family Personally Reveals His Identity

The grudge between Eden and me can be traced back to the start of the school year. When school first began, the campus forum was abuzz with a heated debate over who would be the school beauty. Both Eden and I were nominated, and at first, I was leading in popularity. But then, it was revealed that Eden was the daughter of a wealthy businessman in A City, with a family fortune worth over a billion. With the backing of money, Eden eventually won the title of the campus beauty, while I came in second.

However, some tech-savvy individual managed to hack into the post declaring Eden as the top beauty, claiming that any post not reflecting the truth shouldn't exist. Later, another well-meaning person created a post stating that I was the rightful beauty, and it wasn't hacked. Clearly, money doesn't work on everyone, and this tech-savvy person wasn't one to bow to it.

Since beauty couldn't win, the next battle would be in talent. Eden was an arts student, while I was into astronomy. During the school's arts festival, our counselor actually insisted that I put on a performance. It was the first time I had heard of a mandatory performance.

Doris later found out the reason and told me, "Eden is shameless! She bribed the counselor."

She then urged me, "Maggie, make sure to slap her face hard, and show her what it means to have both talent and beauty."

Seeing how indignant Doris was, I couldn't bear to tell her that I had no talent whatsoever. But to not disappoint her, I simply replied, "Okay."

At the arts festival, Eden performed a dance routine, while I did some martial arts. Surprisingly, it was a tie.

I must say, Eden's dancing wasn't all that impressive. I have no idea how she gained her reputation as the best in the dance department. Eden did gain something though. She got the title of "elegant," while I was labeled a "brute."

After that, Eden and I were on relatively peaceful terms for a while. After all, she was the goddess, and I was the warrior—two different dimensions.

But something happened later that made Eden resent me again.

Toward the end of our first year, Eden publicly confessed to a senior in his final year, only to be rejected. The reason for the rejection, I heard, was that he preferred someone like me, who was both talented and tough. This incident caused Eden to lose face, and I became the thorn in her side. She constantly picked on me, and I could only silently thank that senior in my heart, "Big Brother, thank you so much."

And that senior never confessed his feelings to me before he graduated, which clearly meant he was just using me as a shield. I ended up with a false reputation for nothing.

By that time, Paul was already my boyfriend. When he found out about the incident, he said to me, "If it were me, I would also like someone like you, Maggie. Eden seems so fake."

Looking back now, it's clear that men's words are nothing but lies. That senior who claimed to like me was a liar, and so was Paul—neither had a single word of truth in their mouths.

After the incident where I caught them on a date, Eden began openly flaunting her relationship with Paul. She showed off their affection everywhere—on social media, in campus forums—wherever there was gossip, there were signs of them.

Paul was completely at her beck and call. The comparison was infuriating. He was never that obedient when he was with me.

Of course, their public displays of affection were effective. Soon, everyone at school knew that Paul and Eden were together.

As Paul's ex-girlfriend, many people assumed I had been played by a rich kid and then discarded. Some of my classmates pitied me, while others spoke to me with a mocking tone.

Some said, "She is a poor girl."

Others said, "What good is being pretty? She probably thought she could use her looks to climb the social ladder, but she's just a toy."

There were even posts on the campus forum defaming me, claiming that money could buy a night with me and that the "pure campus beauty" wasn't so pure after all.

Some rich playboys even tried to add me on Twitter.

"How much for a night?"

"Do you do one-night stands?"

"Do you want to be my eighteenth girlfriend?"

These playboys were all scared off by the fierce Doris, who cursed them out. The negative posts online were somehow taken down and replaced with my excellent academic records. The operation felt similar to what happened during the campus beauty contes.

Doris remarked, "Maggie, this mysterious person taking down those black posts is really someone who keeps a low profile but does great deeds."

Since then, no one has harassed or slandered me online. Even though I lost my rich boyfriend, I still have my wealthy best friend. More importantly, I'm a rich second-generation myself.

The Brown Group in A City belongs to my family. My father, Jeff Brown, is one of the top ten outstanding entrepreneurs in A City, and my mother, Emma Potter, is an internationally renowned painter.

However, I'm not interested in finance or painting. I have a deep passion for astronomy. My dad cut off my unlimited credit card, leaving me with only 3,000 dollars a month for living expenses. As a result, no one knew I'm actually a rich second-generation heir. After all, my clothes are all custom-made, and even if I occasionally wear something with a logo, people still ask me for the online shop link. Though I'd love to say, "I'm a rich second-generation heir, and I'm loaded," the balance in my bank account just won't let me say it out loud.