In the following days, Cayden’s malice intensified.
The lunch prepared by the nanny for me was filled with thumbtacks when I opened the lunchbox.
Dead spiders would come out when I squeezed my facial cleanser and toothpaste.
Dresses in my wardrobe had holes burned into them by cigarette butts.
And whenever I jumped in fright and looked up, I’d meet Cayden’s malicious grin.
He mouthed the words to me: "Destiney, you deserve it."
Cayden thought I would cry.
But I calmly emptied the thumbtacks, threw the spiders in the trash, and folded and put away the dresses.
As a result, Cayden’s smile vanished.
He glared at me, his voice almost gritted through clenched teeth. "Let’s see how long you can keep this up."
……
Thankfully, although I had to endure Cayden’s malice, the resources of the Daugherty Family were also at my disposal.
I no longer had to spend my days at school and my evenings forced to work for my foster mother.
Instead, there was a nanny to take care of me, a driver to chauffeur me around, and I could focus solely on my studies.
In the previous life, if I wanted to buy supplementary study materials, I had to save up for a long time and be cautious not to let my foster father take my money to buy alcohol or play mahjong.
And now, my wardrobe is filled with a large number of designer dresses and skirts, while my jewelry box holds gems and gold necklaces—all casually gifted by Ms. Daugherty, without needing me to spend a penny.
In addition, at the beginning of each month, I received 10 thousands dollars in cash and a credit card with a 50 thousands limit. If I spent it all, I only needed to tell the butler, and within half an hour, new funds would be deposited into my account.
And the hardships I endured in the past were now entirely Asia’s burden.
I saw her sleeping through classes because she had to work for her foster mother at night and didn’t get enough sleep.
Gradually, she stopped doing homework and submitted blank papers during exams.
In the previous life, I relied on black coffee to stay awake, and when I was truly exhausted, I would prick myself with a compass to stay alert and focused on my studies.
But Asia had lived a life of privilege and comfort in her previous life and lacked the determination and perseverance to study, let alone any interest in academics.
To her, becoming the fiancée of the Daugherty Family’s prince was far more valuable than getting into good University.
Therefore, Asia devoted all her energy to making Cayden like her more.
She ignored math class and wrote a diary secretly for Cayden to read.
She skipped dance rehearsals to sneak out of school with Cayden to drive around and stargaze.
On the eve of the dance performance...
She sat outside the rehearsal room crying.
I guessed that Asia had studied the crying techniques of romantic drama heroines, gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, tears welling up in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.
And that’s when Cayden happened to see her.
The moment Cayden asked her what was wrong, Asia’s long-restrained tears finally fell.
She threw herself into Cayden’s arms and burst into tears:
"Cayden, I lost my chance to perform."
"All the girls in the class are performing, but Destiney won’t let me participate..."
Cayden already despised me intensely, and upon hearing this, he flared up:
"Why?"
Asia bit her lip, trying to stop crying but couldn’t help sobbing:
"She said my mom is just a cleaner and my dad is just a security guard."
"I can’t even afford a performance outfit, so I don’t deserve to be on stage."
Cayden’s face grew increasingly grim.
He looked at Asia, who was sobbing uncontrollably, and said softly, "It’s just a performance outfit. I’ll buy it for you."
Asia shook her head, her demeanor that of a virtuous and impoverished girl. "No, it costs one thousand dollars. I can’t accept such an expensive gift from you."
Cayden was both angry and heartbroken.
"How dare Destiney do this?"
He blurted it out in anger.
Asia shook her head through her tears. "She is still your sister, the Daugherty Family’s."
"Several buildings in the school were donated by your family, and your father is an honorary board member. Even if the teachers know she bullies others, what can they do..."
Asia didn’t notice that a journalist who was interviewing at the school happened to pass by behind her.
The journalist leaned over, like a shark sensing blood, and asked sensitively:
"Bullying? What bullying?"
