Rich Heiress Quits Playing Doormat

"Hannah, you really don't know what's good for you, do you?" Marvin sneered. "Do you honestly think you can survive out there after walking out that door?"

He let out a cold laugh, pulled his phone from his pocket, and dialed his assistant's number.

"Cancel all of Hannah's supplementary cards. And spread the word—anyone who dares give her a job is making an enemy out of me, Marvin Cooper!"

After hanging up, he looked at me like I was nothing more than trash.

"I'd like to see how long you can keep up this tough act. Without me, you're nothing but a loser who'll be digging through trash for scraps of food to survive."

I calmly watched him throw his tantrum.

"Go ahead and cancel whatever cards you want. It's not like I've ever spent much of your money anyway," I shot back.

Just as I turned toward the door and reached for the doorknob, Marvin roared, "Stop right there!

"My money paid for every piece of clothing you're wearing and that bag in your hand! If you're walking out, you're leaving with nothing."

I stopped in my tracks and looked down at my old trench coat. I had bought it from a street stall three years ago, yet he had the nerve to claim he paid for it.

Instead of wasting my breath arguing, I took off the coat and hurled it in his arrogant face.

"Anything that belongs to you disgusts me, Marvin."

Wearing nothing but a thin base layer, I stepped out into the pouring rain without looking back. The freezing downpour instantly soaked through my clothes, but my mind felt clearer than it had in years.

I walked out beyond the villa complex and sought shelter inside a phone booth.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Marvin.

"I'm giving you three days, Hannah. In three days, you'll come crawling back to me like a dog, begging me to let you take the blame."

…

The rain poured in heavy sheets as I trudged through the downpour, step by unsteady step, back to the slums on the outskirts of Ashwood.

I'd rented a rundown apartment there three years ago. It was shabby, but at least it provided a roof over my head.

When I pushed open the rattling wooden door, I was immediately hit by a musty smell.

Without turning on the lights, I felt my way to the bed in the dark and collapsed onto it in exhaustion.

Memories from the last three years kept flashing through my mind—Marvin's face twisted in pain whenever his stomach ulcers flared up, Alyssa's whiny, entitled demands, and the countless times I had rolled up my sleeves to donate blood.

It was utterly laughable.

I, Hannah Huston, was the biological younger sister of the wealthiest man in Ashwood, Nathaniel Huston. Yet I had lowered myself and dragged my dignity through the mud for a man who didn't love me at all.

The next morning, I was jolted awake by violent pounding on the door.

"Open up, Hannah! Bitch! Get your pathetic ass out of here right now!"

Frowning, I got up to open the door and found Alyssa standing outside, dressed from head to toe in a custom Chanel suit and a pair of four-inch heels.

She covered her nose in disgust when she saw me, and two burly bodyguards in black suits stood behind her.

"Wow, you really are hiding in this dump," she remarked, eyeing me up and down with a disdainful and smug gaze. "Marvin was right. A low-class peasant like you belongs in a filthy gutter like this."

I shot her a cold look and demanded, "What are you doing here? You're not welcome. Get out."

She burst into laughter as if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Get out? Do you even understand what situation you're in right now, Hannah?"

She reached into her limited-edition designer bag to pull out the crumpled confession forms and flung them in my face.

"Marvin sent me here with a final warning. Sign the papers right now and turn yourself in to the police, otherwise…"

"Otherwise what?" I countered, refusing to back down the slightest.

A vicious look flashed in Alyssa's eyes as she signaled to the bodyguards behind her. "Trash the place! Smash this dump into pieces! Let's see how long she can keep up this tough act then!"

The two bodyguards immediately charged into the room and started wrecking everything like mad. Tables were flipped, chairs were kicked until they splintered, while pots and pans shattered across the floor.

I lunged forward to stop them, but Alyssa grabbed a fistful of my hair.

"Ah!" I screamed in pain.

"Go ahead and scream! Keep screaming!" Alyssa shrieked. Her facial features were hideously twisted as she yanked my hair back and forced my head up to look at her.