I'm the heiress of an affluent family. The housekeeper's daughter secretly wears my gown prepared for my birthday party, and I'm about to teach her a lesson.

Suddenly, I see real-time comments.

"This female antagonist is just jealous that the female protagonist looks better in the gown than she does!"

"It's fine. The male protagonists are going to show up soon!"

"Let's hang on for a bit more. I'd like to see this antagonist continue being so snobby once her family goes bankrupt!"

In the next second, my brother and fiancé show up. They shield the housekeeper's daughter in their arms.

Sneering, I commanded the staff, "Strip all three of them."

Roxanne Lynch, the housekeeper's daughter, had stolen my ten-million-dollar gown and wore it to my birthday party. Just as I was about to get people to rip the gown off her, something that looked like a holographic screen filled with real-time comments appeared before my eyes.

"The female antagonist is just jealous that the female protagonist looks better in that gown than she does!"

"She looks down on others just because she's rich! Let's see if she can still be this arrogant once the male protagonists force her into bankruptcy and break her legs!"

In next to no time, my own brother and fiancé came to Roxanne's defense. Shielding her protectively, they rebuked me harshly, saying, "All you lost was a dress, but you're making her lose her dignity! How can you bully someone like that?"

Sneering, I commanded the staff, "Strip all three of them."

I was going to prove to them what bullying actually looked like!

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"It's just a gown, Violet! What's the big deal about letting Roxanne wear it? Must you be this harsh? Don't think you'll catch my attention by bullying her. I'm telling you right now. Even if you had this gown on, you wouldn't even be able to hold a candle to her!"

The loud, garish voice made my head hurt.

Frowning, I looked at the man and woman standing in front of me—Benjamin Hall and Roxanne Lynch. One was my fiancé, while the other was the daughter of my family's housekeeper, Martha Baxter.

They were all wrapped up in each other's arms, making it seem like I was the villainous monster who was trying to separate a loving couple.

The gown Benjamin spoke of was the one I paid a designer millions to get custom-made specifically for my birthday celebration.

It went without saying that Roxanne knew how much that gown meant to me. More than once, she said to me, "Aren't we friends, Violet? You have plenty of beautiful gowns anyway. Why can't you give me this one?"

After I had rejected her once again, she volunteered to tidy up the room where I kept the gown. However, she secretly put on my gown when no one was looking and even showed up at my birthday celebration, where she stood with Benjamin.

As their outfits were the same color, they looked like a couple who had matched outfits.

When I found out about this, I marched up to Roxanne to settle the score with her, but Benjamin shielded Roxanne behind him and started rebuking me, calling me petty.

Sneering, I was just about to retort when I saw a steady stream of comments appearing out of thin air before my very eyes.

"Sorry I'm late! Is this the female antagonist? She's not pretty at all. In fact, she comes across as gaudy and tasteless!"

"How dare she say that our sweet Roxanne isn't worthy of wearing this gown? She's the female protagonist! Who else is more worthy than her? It's just a lousy piece of garment. Only an uncultured upstart like Violet could care about it. She's just jealous that the gown looks better on Roxanne!"

"It doesn't matter. Benjamin's here, and Roxanne's second love interest will be arriving soon enough! They'll be sure to teach that wicked Violet a lesson!"

"Just wait a bit more. She won't be able to be this arrogant for long. Soon, the female antagonist will go bankrupt and get her legs broken. She'll be homeless and forced to beg on the streets. In the end, she'll get violated by a bunch of thugs and take her own life."

"She thinks she can push others around just because she's rich! I hate rich people like her!"

While I was reading the comments, Benjamin mistook my silence for a guilty conscience. He lifted his head and arrogantly declared, "I've told you countless times, Violet. Even though you're using the marriage agreement to force me to be with you, you won't be able to win my heart!"

Then, he turned to Roxanne, who hid behind him like an innocent lamb. His gaze softened as he looked at her.

"Give her this gown, and I'll forgive you!" he commanded imperiously.

I couldn't resist snorting out loud. I had just finished processing the situation. Were the comments supposed to be laying out my future?

Even if I had been kicked to the ground and thrown into the pits of hell, I would crawl back up to seek vengeance on those who wronged me. I would never take my life so easily.

After beckoning our family butler, Louis Chapman, I said, "To take something without seeking permission first is equivalent to stealing. I dare say this thief is rather bold in even stealing from us, the Wrights.

"Go and check the security cameras. Make sure the thief is caught before my birthday celebration officially begins. My guests deserve to know the truth."

Louis left with the bodyguards, while the floating comments flew in faster than ever.

"What the hell? How dare she call our sweet Roxanne a thief? She had simply never seen such a pretty gown before! What's the big deal about her trying it on?"

"I know, right? Isn't Violet Wright supposed to be the daughter of the richest family in town? Why is she making such a big fuss over a simple gown? She's so petty!"

"Hah! She thinks she can do anything she wants just because she's the Wrights' daughter. Just you wait. Once Jerome Wright, Roxanne's second love interest, shows up, she'll be forced to get on her knees and grovel!

"A daughter is nowhere near as important as the son who will inherit the family fortune! Violet, the evil side character, won't be getting her way. She should just hurry up and die!"

When Roxanne was six, Martha brought her over to our house. She kneeled in front of my mother and begged tremblingly, "I'm willing to forgo my salary, Mrs. Wright. In exchange, I hope you can allow Roxanne to attend school with Ms. Violet. You're a mother too, so you know how I feel.

"Oakley Academy is too expensive. A housekeeper like me can never afford to pay the tuition, but I know you can. I've heard about the scholarships you provide to other children. Well, you can easily provide one to Roxanne too, right?"

Martha made Roxanne kneel with her until Roxanne's knees turned black and blue. Mom could never stand seeing a child suffer, so after Martha's "heartfelt" pleading, she caved and agreed to it.

From then on, Roxanne moved in with my family. I pitied her family background, so I readily gave her my allowance and luxury items. As a result, everyone else thought she was also the daughter of a wealthy family. She allowed that to get to her head, and over time, she seemed to have forgotten her place.

Thinking she was really my equal, Roxanne kept competing with me for everything. She even latched herself onto my fiancé, Benjamin.

In the past, I couldn't be bothered to deal with it. After all, my engagement to Benjamin was an arrangement of mutual convenience. To me, it didn't matter who my fiancé was. I didn't care who Roxanne flirted with either.

But now, after finding out that Roxanne was supposedly the female protagonist and her gang of loyal admirers would ruin my life, I could no longer be indifferent about it.

Soon, Louis returned with a USB drive. The security footage was played on the big screen, allowing everyone to see the way Roxanne snuck away from the crowd.

She was dressed in a maid's uniform when she entered the room, but she came back out in my gown. Then, holding her head up high, she strutted back into the birthday celebration like a proud peacock.

The truth was clear for all to see. Pointing at the screen, I said, "See? Roxanne stole my gown. Doesn't that make her a thief? If she dares to steal from us, that means she'll dare to steal from all of you too. Would any of you dare to hire a maid like her?"

I looked at Louis and said, "Call the police."

Immediately, a loud voice cried out, "Don't you dare!"

The comments went wild as Jerome Wright, my younger brother, came marching in. He stood defensively in front of Roxanne and said, "Roxie's got me to stand up for her, so let's see who dares to call the police now!"

More and more comments flooded in.

"At last, Jerome, the devoted second male protagonist, has shown up just in time! That vicious woman nearly got away with bullying our sweet Roxanne!"

"Hah! Let's see if Violet can keep up with her arrogance now! Jerome is the only son of the family. No matter how haughty she is, she's just a daughter who's worth nothing to the family!"

"Everything will be fine. Once Jerome assumes command of the family business, that wicked female antagonist will be kicked out onto the streets!"

Jerome? How could he assume command of the family business? He couldn't even read a financial report without getting a headache!

Narrowing my eyes, I said, "Is that how you should be talking to me, Jerome? What happened to your manners?"

Snorting, Jerome retorted, "I'll never acknowledge a vile woman like you as my sister! You always bully Roxie whenever I'm not around!"

I had enough of Jerome and Benjamin repeatedly calling me a bully. It was time for them to see what bullying truly looked like.

Gaze hardening, I pointed at the two of them before calling out, "Strip all three of them."

Since they looked down on me, they shouldn't be wearing clothes that had been bought with the money I earned. Who said they could have their cake and eat it too?

Roxanne covered her chest with her arms, her expression a mix of anger and indignation. Glaring at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, she shrieked, "Why must you be this cruel toward me, Violet? Is it because Benny doesn't like you? Because Jerry doesn't think you're worthy of being his older sister?

"But that's all your fault! You keep using the fact that you're a rich heiress to bully me! You force me to survive on your leftovers! You're the one who says I'm too lowly to even shine your shoes!"

Her tears rolled down her cheeks, splattering onto the floor as she continued, "Yes, it's true that my family background can't compare to yours. I'm not a rich heiress, but I have never felt bad about my humble upbringing! I dare say I live my life with more dignity and integrity than all of you rich people!

"So what if you're rich? You still can't get the love you have craved for so long now!"

I wanted to scoff. If she truly didn't care about her family background, why would she use the luxury goods I gave her to give others the impression she came from a wealthy family too?

Alas, the people leaving the comments acted like a bunch of fools who mindlessly agreed to everything Roxanne said.

"Roxanne's right! I know a rich heiress too, and she always looks down on other people!"

"So what if Violet's rich? It feels great to know that even if she gets on her knees and begs for his affection, Benjamin would never love her. Instead, he's hopelessly devoted to Roxanne."

"My heart is aching for Roxanne right now, but everything's going to be fine. Soon, it'll be the scene where the third male love interest shows up to teach that awful female antagonist a lesson!"

"Oh? The third male love interest is about to arrive? At last, it's time for my favorite Mr. Burton to show up. It's such a shame he's not the one Violet ends up with. I really liked the part where he imprisoned her in his house out of jealousy!"

Thanks to the comments, I realized Roxanne had a third admirer—one who enjoyed locking women up.

I looked over at the entrance, only to see a tall, broad-shouldered man entering the hall. He was dressed in a fitted suit. His hair had been swept up, revealing his prominent forehead.

Looking at me, he smiled pleasantly and said, "How has my little pet offended you, Ms. Wright? She's a frail young woman. If she comes to any harm at your birthday celebration, Ms. Wright, I'm afraid I'm going to have to hold you accountable for it."

My expression turned dark. I didn't expect Michael Burton to be Violet's third love interest.

The Burtons were known for being incredibly powerful, and Michael was the most ruthless of the lot. Even at a young age, he received the approval of his grandfather, Adam Burton, and was able to monopolize the import and export trade in this region.

Among our social circle, everyone knew not to piss him off. He was a verifiable lunatic.

How did he and Roxanne even meet?

Meanwhile, the comments were all fired up again.

"Mr. Burton is so cool! Did he just call Roxanne his little pet?"

"I'm squealing so hard! Quick! Look at Violet's face. I bet she now realizes she can't afford to mess with Roxanne. Hah! Mr. Burton can easily squash her like a bug!"

"Calm down, friend. Soon, Mr. Burton will get someone to break Violet's legs to avenge Roxanne. Violet will be forced to the brink of death soon enough!"

Still smiling, Michael walked over to Roxanne and pulled her into his arms before saying, "It's time for you to apologize to Roxanne, Ms. Wright."

The threat in his tone was clear as day.