When the Fake Heiress Ate Her Words

Claire's crying echoed throughout the entire villa. I stretched lazily and strolled over to see what all the commotion was about.

In Claire's room, seven half-naked men were being pinned to the floor by security guards. Her eyes were red and swollen, her body covered in marks, and she trembled as she curled up in the corner of the bed.

"Animals! How dare you touch my daughter!" Dad kicked over the nearest man, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Touch her? She threw herself at us!"

The man turned to Claire with a lewd grin. "Come on, little vixen. Tell mommy and daddy what really happened. You invited us over last night. We know each other so well. Why are you playing innocent now?"

He pulled out his phone and shoved the chat history in everyone's faces.

"Come over tonight and keep me company.

"I miss you all. I'll be waiting at home. It'll be more exciting here."

Mom and Dad staggered back in shock. Ethan stared at the screen, disbelief flooding his eyes.

"It's fake! This is all fake!" Claire screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I don't even know them! I never sent those messages!"

She grew more distressed as she spoke, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you lying about me? I don't know any of you."

"Lying? We're not lying! The chat logs are right here!" The man shoved the chat logs in their faces again.

Claire's face went deathly pale. Her lips parted as if to explain, but no words came out.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene with a cold smile. Now she knew what it felt like to be falsely accused.

"It's you!" Claire suddenly looked up and glared at me viciously. "Amanda Hartley! You sent these thugs to hurt me!"

I sighed. "Me again?"

"Yes! It was you!" Claire shouted indignantly through her tears. "Amanda, what did I ever do to you? Why would you send these men after me? These men... they're obviously your former clients!"

I let out a cold laugh. "You're saying I have an improper relationship with these men? Fine, Claire. Show me your evidence. Let me see it."

"I will!" Claire looked prepared for this moment. She shot me a vicious glare. "Amanda, you're forcing my hand!"

A cruel glint flashed in her eyes. She quickly tapped her phone and played a video on full volume. Suggestive moans and heavy breathing instantly filled the room.

Without thinking, Dad whirled around and slapped me hard across the face. "I knew it! Claire has always been well-behaved and sensible. She would never do something so shameful! This was all your doing!"

My cheek burned, and my ears rang.

"I defended you, and this is how you repay me? By hurting your sister!" Mom's gaze turned poisonous as she looked at me.

Ethan pulled Claire's trembling form into his arms and roared at me. "You shameless whore! Get out of this house right now!"

Claire shot me a triumphant glance before putting on a magnanimous expression. "Amanda, I don't blame you. As long as you apologize, I'm willing to forgive you."

My gaze swept across their hate-filled faces before finally settling on Claire's pitiful expression. "Apologize? Why should I apologize?"

I pointed at the video still playing. "The person in that video is clearly you."