Chapter 1
At lunch, three rich girls dumped a bowl of hot noodles over my head because they thought I was the poorest student in school—none of them knew my father owned the company that funded their families.
I had only been at the private high school in Los Angeles for two weeks.
My father was a billionaire, but he had one rule.
“If people know your last name before they know your heart, you’ll never know who actually likes you.”
So I wore simple jeans, carried an old backpack, and never mentioned his money.
That made Madison and her friends notice me immediately.
Their fathers were wealthy executives, and they treated the cafeteria like their private club.
“Still wearing the same sneakers?” Madison asked one afternoon.
I ignored her and kept eating.
Her friend Chloe laughed.
“Maybe she’s waiting for payday.”
The girls around their table started giggling.
Then Madison picked up my bowl of noodles.
I stood.
“Put it down.”
She smiled.
“Or what?”
Before I could move, she turned the bowl upside down over my head.
Noodles and sauce slid through my hair and down my face.
The entire cafeteria went silent.
Then Madison burst out laughing.
“Now at least you smell like something expensive.”
Her friends pulled out their phones and started recording.
I wiped sauce from my eyes and tried not to cry.
A teacher finally rushed over.
“What happened?”
Madison immediately changed her expression.
“She threw food at us first.”
“That’s a lie,” I said.
Chloe held up her phone.
“Everyone saw her start it.”
The teacher looked at my cheap backpack, then at their designer clothes.
“Come with me, young lady.”
Madison smiled as I was escorted toward the principal’s office.
“You don’t belong here anyway,” she whispered.
Twenty minutes later, the principal called my father.
I begged him not to come.
“I can handle it.”
But his voice became frighteningly calm.
“Did someone put their hands on you?”
Before I could answer, the office secretary suddenly stood up.
Three black SUVs had stopped outside the school.
Madison’s father arrived at the same time and started shouting that I should be expelled for attacking his daughter.
Then the principal looked through the window and went completely pale.
My father stepped out of the first SUV.
Madison’s father stopped talking.
He stared at him and whispered, “Mr. Harrison?”
That was when I realized something I had never known.
Madison’s father worked for my dad.
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And my father had just watched the cafeteria video.
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