Villainous Real Heiress Refuses to Behave Novel – Chapter 1 The Heiress Goes Nuclear “Mom, you’re the one who said I’m your biological daughter,” Eden Clark snapped, gesturing toward the grand staircase with a sharp, mocking laugh. “So why does Annabelle get a designer suite while I’m stuck in the guest wing? “You can’t give me back the eighteen years I lost, but the least you could do is treat us the same. “I actually thought you wanted me home. I didn’t realize this was just a PR move to keep up the happy-family act with a girl who isn’t even your blood.” Cecilia Miller’s face clouded over as she watched the display. She looked at this girl, someone who shared her high cheekbones but had the temperament of a wild stranger, and felt a jolt of revulsion. A step behind Cecilia stood Annabelle Miller, the picture of delicate grace and quiet beauty. Annabelle hadn’t slept for forty-eight hours, paralyzed by the fear that Eden’s return would strip her of her status and her family’s love. She had spent the last two days plotting ways to frame Eden as a malicious intruder. ‘I was worrying for nothing,’ Annabelle thought, a cold relief settling over her. ‘I haven’t even spoken, and she’s already making Mom hate her.’ Cecilia drew a sharp breath, visibly restraining herself.
She didn’t want the staff overhearing another scream. “Eden, listen,” she said, her voice tight with forced patience. “Annabelle might not be my own daughter, but she’s lived in this house for eighteen years. “We’re not just going to throw her out.” She stepped closer, her tone condescending. “Besides, Annabelle’s delicate. She can’t handle stress. “You need to grow up and stop being petty over a bedroom. “I’ve already told Ervin to redecorate the guest room for you. Don’t try to take what belongs to Annabelle.” Eden’s voice shot up an octave. “Take what’s hers? Are you serious, Mom? Do you even have a shred of sympathy for what I’ve been through? “Did you forget that if that crazy nanny hadn’t swapped us at birth, I’d be in that room right now? “I’m not taking anything. I’m reclaiming my life. I don’t care what you say; I want that suite.” Before Cecilia could retort, Eden spun around to face Annabelle directly. “And you,” she snapped, pointing, “now that the real owner is back, isn’t it time you handed over the keys to my life? “If I were you, I’d have packed the second the DNA test came back.
I wouldn’t stick around, leeching off someone else’s parents.” ‘God, going full psycho is the ultimate rush,’ Eden thought, a thrill running through her at the chaos she was stirring. She honestly wondered how the original girl in this story had survived this long. In the book, the real daughter had been a total doormat, silent, taking abuse until the stress literally killed her. Two days ago, Eden had woken up inside the world of a sugary romance novel called The Billionaire’s Rose. Here, Annabelle was the adored protagonist, and the real daughter was just a tragic, bitter foil to make her shine. In the original story, the real daughter had been pathetic. When the Millers said the truth couldn’t go public without tanking the company’s stock, she had agreed to live as Annabelle’s “cousin.” She endured her parents’ obvious favoritism and the bullying from Annabelle’s wealthy friends without complaint. She was a glutton for punishment who only offered a weak “it wasn’t me” when she was framed for things she didn’t do. Even after nearly dying in a “mishap” arranged by Annabelle’s admirers, she stayed, desperate for a scrap of validation. ‘But I don’t play martyr,’ Eden reminded herself, jaw set. ‘If someone hits me, I hit back with a sledgehammer.
I don’t care if they like me or not.’ “Eden, that’s enough!” Cecilia finally snapped, her composure breaking. “From now on, you and Annabelle are sisters. I won’t tolerate another word of this toxicity. “I know you’re bitter, but Annabelle was just a baby when the swap happened. None of this is her fault. You can’t keep attacking her.” Eden smirked, spotting the perfect opening. “You’re right. It’s not her fault. Fine. I’ll stop blaming her. I’ll take it out on the person who actually did it. “Her biological mother stole me the second I was born. She took eighteen years of my life—wealth, security, everything. “I think it’s time she faced the legal consequences for kidnapping, don’t you?” Annabelle gripped Cecilia’s sleeve, shaking her head in a silent, desperate plea. Cecilia stepped in, voice frantic, trying to hold the peace. “Eden, the woman was desperate. “Annabelle was born with a heart condition, and they were completely broke. She felt she had no choice but to swap you to save her child.” She sighed, reaching toward Eden. “You’re home now. You’re healthy. That’s what matters.
Please, let it go. We’ll make up for every second you lost, I promise.” Before the words fully landed, Eden yanked off her heel and hurled it at the massive flat-screen. The impact cracked the obsidian glass in a jagged spiderweb of white fractures, the sound sharp and sickening. Before Cecilia could even scream, Eden stomped her foot into the oversized floor vase beside her. It toppled instantly, shattering into a heap of expensive ceramic shards. “Eden! What’s your problem?” Cecilia shouted, her face flaming red. Eden tilted her head, feigning seriousness. “Problem? Oh, yeah. I’ve got a chronic case of pettiness. Usually, I can keep it in check, but it flares up when I’m being gaslit. “But honestly? You’re the one who needs help. A criminal stole your baby, and instead of calling the cops, you’re treating her daughter like she’s some kind of trophy. It’s pathetic.” Annabelle’s eyes welled with tears, her lower lip quivering as though she’d been struck. “Mom… she’s right,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I’m the intruder here.” She wiped her face, defeated. “I’ll pack my bags and go. “I won’t get in the way of your real family being happy.” She spun and fled toward the second floor, her sobs echoing through the house.
The moment she reached the landing and slipped out of sight, her expression hardened into something sharp, cold, and deliberate. Annabelle gripped the banister, her mind consumed with dark fury. ‘That little bitch. She actually thinks she can just waltz in and replace me.’ She glanced back toward the hallway, a chilling smile finally spreading across her face. ‘No. In this house, I’m the one they love. ‘Eden’s going to end up with nothing.