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I entered the car as the driver silently drove me home.
The moment we arrived, I got out without a word, ignoring the curious glances from the maids. I walked straight to my room, locked the door, and sat down at my desk. Turning on my laptop, I grabbed the violin I had secretly taken from Oliver's room.
With a deep breath, I positioned it against my shoulder and played a soft, bittersweet melody — a sound that carried all the anger and sadness I buried inside.
Satisfied, I recorded the piece and submitted it as my audition video for a popular singing variety show.
Just as I shut the laptop, a sharp knock came at my door.
Without waiting for my reply, a maid barged in.
"Ma'am, Madam wants you downstairs. Now," she said stiffly, then left.
I rolled my eyes.
Of course.
I closed the laptop with a snap, dusted off my skirt, and headed downstairs.
There, sitting smugly on the living room couch, were Ivy and my mother.
The butler stood nearby, hands clasped respectfully, but his eyes flickered nervously when he saw me.
I approached them, ignoring their cold stares, and sat down casually.
"Did I tell you to sit down?" my mother snapped.
I leaned back and crossed my legs, making myself comfortable.
"I don't remember asking for permission," I said calmly, my eyes locking onto Ivy, who flinched slightly.
"What are you doing here, Ivy? School just ended. Don't you have a home?" I asked sweetly, tilting my head.
Ivy's fake smile froze.
My mother slammed her hand on the table.
"Is this how I raised you? No manners at all!" she shouted. "Making friends with Ivy is the only good thing you've done in your pathetic life! Don't spoil it. Maybe if you stick to her, you'll finally learn something decent. And the butler told me you went into your sister's room! Who gave you the right to touch your sister's things?"
A small maid stepped forward timidly, handing over the violin.
"Ma'am, this is what she took," the maid mumbled.
Before I could open my mouth, a sharp slap landed on my cheek.
My face snapped sideways, stinging.
"Brat!" my mother roared. "Who gave you permission to steal? Do you know how expensive this is? You've started learning to steal now too?"
Ivy gasped dramatically, covering her mouth.
"Oh my gosh, Maria... are you trying to sell it?" she trailed off, lowering her gaze to appear 'reluctant' to speak further.
I sneered.
Bitch couldn't wait to throw dirt on me.
My mother immediately turned to Ivy, her voice softening.
"What do you mean, dear? Don't lie for her sake."
Ivy fidgeted like a guilty little angel.
"Maria gave peanut cake to a classmate who was allergic. He almost died..." she said in a trembling voice.
"I thought Maria had forgotten about it, but maybe... maybe she's trying to sell Oliver's violin to buy a gift for him... to cover up..." she sniffled, looking at me tearfully.
I let out a cold laugh.
My mother stood up again, ready to slap me, but this time I caught her hand in midair, shocking everyone.
I pushed her back, gently but firmly.
"You dare to push me?!" she screeched.
"You disgrace! I should have killed you when I had the chance! Blood-sucking parasite! Your twin sister is better than you in every way— smarter, better behaved, more talented! And you... you're nothing! Nothing but a boy-chasing thief!"
A maid suddenly blurted out,
"Ma'am, I checked her laptop. She... she's trying to join a singing competition with millions of viewers!"
I turned sharply toward the maid, my expression darkening.
Without hesitation, I slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing in the room.
Everyone froze.
"Who gave you the right to go through my things?" I said coldly.
"You're a maid. Your job is to clean — not to snoop like a rat. If you dare touch my personal property again, I will call the police and have you charged with theft."
The maid paled, tears welling in her eyes as she looked desperately at my mother for help.
Apologize and pack your things and leave now I said looking at her
She kneel down and look at my mom crying " ma please stop miss from doing that I'm trying to help her for her own good so she won't bring disgrace to the family like before she can continue I gave her another dirty slap to her other cheek
" Is this the kind of people you hired no manners for their boss who talk like this to their boss daughter what I do I don't need a maid to correct me tsk I was giving you face already by telling you to pack your things it seems you need force "
My mom opened her mouth to say something I ignored her.
Pulling out my phone, I called the agency that provided our housemaids.
In a chillingly polite voice, I complained that their employee had violated privacy and might be stealing.
The maid dropped to her knees, begging for forgiveness, but it was too late.
She packed her things and left, sobbing loudly.
My mother stared at me like I had grown two heads.
"What did you just do?" she gasped.
"I protected my privacy. Like a normal human being," I said simply.
"And if anyone has a problem with it, they can also pack and leave."
I turned toward Ivy, giving her a sweet, venomous smile.
"You were the one who told me Chris loved peanut cake. You were the one who kept pushing me toward him. You were the one who told me to visit him when he was hospitalized."
My voice sharpened.
"So don't act innocent now."
Ivy's face twisted, but she quickly lowered her head.
Then I turned to my mother.
"And as for the violin — I borrowed it. Not that you would know what trust between family looks like.
You say I have no talents? Maybe I inherited that from you."
Silence.
Thick, heavy silence.
I walked back to my room without sparing them another glance.
Behind me, my mother stood frozen, her hand trembling, while Ivy's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
In my room, I opened my laptop again.
I logged into my investment account and bought shares in a few small tech companies I knew would rise soon.
I was no fool. If the world wouldn't give me a stage, I would build my own.
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Later, at dinner, my father stared at me with his usual detached expression.
"I heard you signed up for a singing competition," he said coldly.
"Quit. Your sister is returning from abroad, and your grandmother is coming too. Stay home and entertain them."
I calmly lifted my spoon and sipped my soup.
"You know very well Grandma hates me," I said.
"You're just using that as an excuse to stop me from participating."
His glare deepened.
"You stubborn child! If you dare perform, I will disown you!" he roared.
I put my spoon down, wiped my lips elegantly, and stood up.
"Disown me? What's the difference from how you already treat me?" I said lightly, then walked away.
That night, back in my room, I received an email.
Someone had noticed I was buying failing stocks.
Anonymous:
Why are you buying those dead stocks? Trying to make yourself poor faster? LOL.
I smirked and replied simply:
Because they'll rise soon. I can feel it.
The person replied with a laughing emoji and said:
Fine, I'll buy some too. But if I lose money, I'm blaming you!
I chuckled, blocked the chat, and closed my laptop.
Tomorrow would come soon enough.
And when it did, the world would see a Maria they could no longer ignore — no matter how hard they tried.
While is sleep the video I posted took the Internet by storm my beauty and my talent won the attention of netizen as they praised me some asking if I'm a celebrity while some followed me the video was posted and reposted again and again.
And in the business word the stick I bought gained people reaction wondering why I bought a failed stock some mock me saying that I'm either a rich child that just want to waist money while some buy in case something happens people mock me for buying stock but what they don't know this will later blow up so they can mock now later she will be the one having the last laugh.
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The next Maria got up and took her bath and got ready for school she checked her phone and went online to her shock she already have 50 thousand fans she took a pic of herself going to a school and post it the off her phone .
So this is what it feels like being famous this time the entertainment industry should be aware she coming like a storm
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