The Real Heiress Strikes Back

Onstage, Freya was still showing off her so-called achievements.

She used the PowerPoint I had prepared and claimed the major project I had poured countless late nights into as her own.

And because she was supposedly the CEO’s sister, no one dared to step forward and question her.

Only after finishing the entire presentation did she step down, looking smug and satisfied.

“A low-level employee should know her place,” Freya said, lifting her chin. “You have no background and no real ability. Even if I gave you the credit, could you handle it?”

I held the glass of red wine in my hand, my knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping it.

Looking at that arrogant face of hers, I finally couldn’t hold back anymore.

I walked up to her and splashed the wine straight into her face.

Then, before she could react, I slapped her hard across the cheek.

“Even if I had no ability, I’d still be better than a fraud like you who only knows how to steal other people’s work.”

“How dare you hit me?”

Freya covered her face and raised her hand to hit me back.

I grabbed her wrist and slapped her again.

“That’s enough!”

My boyfriend, Chuck, rushed over and pulled Freya behind him protectively.

“She only went onstage and said a few words for you. Did you really have to make such a huge scene?

“She’s the CEO’s sister. If you treat her like this, how is our company supposed to grow?”

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Freya’s face.

“Are you okay? Don’t stoop to her level. I’ll take you to the restroom so you can clean up.”

The way he fawned over her with that soft, careful tenderness made me sick.

After they left, my coworkers quickly gathered around me, speaking up on my behalf.

“She went way too far. Everyone knows how much work you put into this project, Bailey. You were still revising proposals even when you were sick.”

“We all saw how hard you worked this past year. Is some random rich girl really going to swoop in and steal all the credit?”

“I don’t agree with this. This is straight-up bullying.”

I could only smile bitterly.

My coworkers knew exactly how much I had suffered for this project.

But they were also afraid of Freya’s supposed identity. They were angry, but they didn’t dare say anything earlier.

I understood how they felt.

But I also knew one thing.

Freya’s identity was fake.

“She can’t possibly be the CEO’s sister.”

“But I saw her post a photo with the CEO before,” one coworker said. “Her social media is full of posts showing off her brother.”

She pulled out her phone and showed me.

The moment I saw the screen, my eyes widened.

The person in the photo really was William, my brother.

He and Freya were standing side by side, and Freya was smiling brightly.

I kept scrolling and realized that almost every other post on her feed was about showing off her brother.

“Thanks to my sweet brother for buying me this limited-edition bag.”

“I couldn’t decide what to buy while shopping, so my brother bought out the whole boutique for me.”

But the more I looked, the faster I noticed something was wrong.

After scrolling through her entire feed, I realized there was only one photo of her with William.

Everything else was either bragging captions or photos of expensive things.

I almost laughed.

So these days, all it took was one photo for some random wannabe to pass herself off as me.