Fake Young Lady, Get Out of My House!

The maid's daughter used my family's villa and luxury car to flaunt her wealth and build a glamorous persona, becoming an online sensation as a supposed heiress.

When she smashed a precious keepsake my grandfather left me, I slapped her in anger. She turned this into evidence that I was bullying her, making me the target of online scorn.

She sold my family's antique collection to gain fame and fortune, donating the proceeds to earn praise as a saintly figure.

After her schemes were exposed, she cried and begged for forgiveness, and my soft-hearted parents let her go. But she manipulated her followers to accuse my family of corruption and embezzlement, causing my father's company's stock to plummet. The stress gave my father a fatal heart attack, and my mother was driven to madness.

As I tried to gather evidence to clear our name, I was relentlessly harassed by her fans. One day, an extremist fan pushed me onto the train tracks, killing me.

Even after her fake heiress status was revealed, her fans still adored her as a beautiful, kind-hearted influencer, praising her as an inspirational figure.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the year I had just returned from studying abroad.

I saw her on her livestream, showing off my family's villa, claiming it as her long-time home.

Does she want to use my family to flaunt her wealth and climb to fame? I'm going to make sure she ends up in prison!

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"Thank you for the compliments, everyone. I've lived in this house for so long that I've grown attached to it. That's why I don't want to move. As for the brand of the furniture... I'm not sure because my parents bought it. I just get to use it. I'm such a scatterbrain, I know..." I was in the car on my way home, watching Polly Beck lounging on my custom-made sofa, playing with my teddy bear, and thanking her top donors for their gifts.

Seeing this familiar scene, I realized I had been reborn.

Her livestream was filled with compliments and praise from fans. Remembering how she ruined my life in my previous life, I wasn't about to let her off easily this time.

I remembered that tonight she was going to smash the vase my grandfather had made himself—the only thing he left me. I had to get home before she could destroy it.

But I was still too late.

When I arrived home, I saw the shattered pieces in my study, and there the culprit was, laughing in front of the camera.

"Oh no, I accidentally broke the vase. How scary!" Polly giggled into the camera.

I remembered how. In my previous life, I had rushed at her and slapped her, which led to countless netizens attacking me online, accusing me of bullying her—the "maid's daughter" who was supposedly staying at "her house".

Holding back my anger, I shouted, "Polly Beck, why are you always live streaming in my house? And you broke the vase my grandfather left me!"

My words startled Polly, and she quickly ended her livestream. I saw a flash of malice in her eyes.

Polly turned to me, annoyed. "Didn't you agree to let me livestream here? You said you'd help me start my career. My business is just getting started."

Her words reminded me of when her mother, Nancy, brought her to our house, saying her gambling father often abused her. Polly had dropped out of high school, and with her insufficient education, she couldn't find a job, so they begged us to let her stay until she found work.

I remembered how Polly had looked so humble, standing behind her mother. When my parents hesitated, she dropped to her knees, saying her father would marry her off to pay his debts if she returned, or she would starve on the streets. Seeing her so pitiful, my parents allowed her to stay.

Polly often told me about the abuse she suffered at home and how everyone looked down on her family. I felt sorry for her and tried to help. I bought her clothes and makeup and even let her livestream and make videos at our house.

I thought she just wanted a nice background for her content, so I didn't think much of it. It wasn't until later that I realized she was using our villa and luxury cars to flaunt her wealth, even claiming my parents were hers, saying their different last names were due to her taking a second cousin's surname. She built a fan base by pretending to be a rich heiress, promoting all kinds of dubious products for quick cash.

Now that she had gained many followers, her attitude toward my family had completely changed. She didn't apologize for breaking my grandfather's vase and instead laughed about it. I should never have helped her; she was now walking all over my family to enjoy her newfound fame.

"This vase was the only thing my grandfather left me, and now you've broken it. What are you going to do about it?" I said coldly. "And while I agreed to let you livestream here, I never said you could pretend this house was yours to show off and compete with others."

As I spoke, I carefully collected the vase's shards and put them in a box.

Polly was at a loss for words, her face turning ugly. With no valid excuse, she quickly played the victim. "Yes, yes... You rich people are amazing. We lower-class people shouldn't live in your house or be in your lives. We can't climb up to your level. You rich people just want to trample on us..."

I knew she was trying to play the same "poor me" card she always did whenever I was displeased with her, making me feel guilty and helpless, forcing me to reassure her I didn't look down on her family.

I sighed. "Since you feel that way, it seems you're uncomfortable living here. If you're so unhappy, then you should move out tomorrow. I don't want you to feel mistreated."

Ignoring her stunned expression, I turned and went back to my room.