My Nanny’s Daughter Pretended To Be Me Chapter 07

My Nanny’s Daughter Pretended To Be Me Chapter 07

On the day the SAT results were announced, I became the city’s top scorer and was admitted to the famous school. 

At the same time, a livestream titled “Top Scorer Kinsley Foreman’s Dirty Secrets” went viral, with viewership skyrocketing past 10 million. 

It was Chelsea and her mother, Monica. 

Chelsea was sobbing in front of everyone, accusing me of relentlessly bullying and humiliating her at school, to the point that she couldn’t even continue her education. 

Monica angrily pointed at the camera and accused,” At home, Kinsley makes me work like a slave, forcing one person to do the work of ten!” 

Chelsea’s and Monica’s theatrical performance instantly swayed millions of livestream viewers, drawing waves of sympathy. 

Instantly, trolls emerged to steer the narrative. 

One netizen raged, “How can someone this morally bankrupt get into a top university! Everyone, flood the comments. Don’t let this ruthless profiteer get away with it!” 

***** 

Suddenly, a tidal wave of online hate crashed down‘ on me and my dad. 

The classmates and parents I’d made pay back their debts were even nastier–they kept slinging. mud at me and my dad, hurling one baseless accusation after another. 

Even our company’s products faced a massive 

boycott from consumers. 

That was when Chelsea’s gloating text came through: [Kinsley, it’s time to return the good life you stole from me.] 

I didn’t dignify her provocation with a response, just took a screenshot as evidence. 

The PowerPoint I’d been compiling ever since my rebirth a year ago. Finally, it was time to put it to 

use. 

The slides didn’t just lay out every cent Chelsea siphoned from me. They also exposed how she went around, both openly and behind my back, telling everyone at school I was just her housekeeper. 

All while spending my money to buy people’s favor, Chelsea was turning everyone against me to isolate 

1. me. 

Then there was Monica, who barely lifted a finger around the house, exploiting my close friendship with Chelsea to avoid doing any chores. 

The ten–hour surveillance footage showed her sprawled on my couch, watching TV and picking at her toes, as if she owned the place. Whenever she got hungry, she’d raid the fridge–devouring lobster and bird’s nest soup without a hint of shame. 

Even the initial trolls steering the narrative in the livestream were exposed as my greedy classmates. 

Even in the affordable school cafeteria, they’d splurge on meals costing hundreds–all because Kinsley Foreman was footing the bill. 

“The ‘poor, bullied victims‘ they pretended to be? They were just reaping what they sowed.” 

As the online tide turned, Chelsea’s accounts were 

swiftly banned. 

With the livestream going viral, Chelsea and her mother Monica’s faces became instantly recognizable to millions. 

So wherever Chelsea and her mother went, they were treated like pariahs–hounded and despised by everyone. 

Even the classmates who had been in cahoots with Chelsea online ended up developing a deep hatred for her when their misconduct cost them admission to good schools. 

Chelsea was abandoned by all, with nowhere to turn. 

Once again, just like back in freshman year, Chelsea was kneeling at my doorstep. 

Now she stood there, sallow and haggard, her hair disheveled and dressed in shabby, faded clothes–a far cry from her once arrogant self. She sobbed, her voice trembling, “Kinsley, I was wrong. Please, you have to save me! My mother is going to sell me to that old blind man in the village. He’ll beat me to death!” 

This time, I didn’t let sympathy cloud my judgment. Shaking off her hand with an icy glare, I spat out,” Not my fucking problem!” 

Her appearance suddenly reminded me that I had overlooked someone–her older brother, Brycen Klein. 

I immediately hired a private investigator to look into Brycen’s current situation, only to find that, just like in my previous life, he was working as muscle for a debt collection agency. 

Further investigation revealed he had racked up 

massive gambling debts back in his hometown and came here to evade debt collectors. 

So I immediately had someone leak Brycen Klein’s whereabouts to his creditors–let the devil deal with 

the devil. 

***** 

Later, word came that Brycen had both his legs 

broken and was left bedridden at home. 

Monica had no choice but to care for him around 

the clock. 

With the family left penniless, Chelsea was soon sold off by Monica to the old blind man from the village. She endured daily beatings, and even after becoming pregnant, was forced to do endless chores and farm work. Her health deteriorated 

rapidly, and in the end, she died in childbirth from exhaustion and neglect. 

Furious over losing his wife and child, the old blind man from the village stormed to Monica’s house demanding his bride price back. When Monica couldn’t pay, she got into a physical altercation with him, while Brycen could do nothing but watch helplessly from his bed. 

Unable to get his money back, the furious old man. from the village set Monica’s house ablaze in a fit of rage. Trapped inside, Monica, Brycen, and the old man all perished in the flames. 

At last, every single person who had wronged me has gotten exactly what they deserved. 

I got into my dream university just as I’d hoped. The future ahead was bright as sunshine.