Chapter 1The Nanny’s Daughter Stole My Life

The maid's daughter slapped her own face hard, then pointed a trembling finger at me, accusing me of hitting her.

My two personal bodyguards immediately turned on me, their faces twisted with righteous anger.

"Blair, so what if we didn't stay to watch the stars with you last night?"

"How dare you lay a hand on Phoebe?"

"Exactly! Get on your knees and apologize to her right now, or we are done with you!"

A cold laugh escaped my lips. These two bodyguards had been trained by my family since they were kids. They grew up alongside me.

And now, they actually thought they ran this house?

I stepped forward and delivered a vicious, backhanded slap across both of their faces. The sharp crack echoed through the massive foyer.

"Since when do two stray dogs get to bare their fangs at their master?" I asked, my voice dripping with ice.

"Arthur," I called out without looking back. "Doesn't our diamond mine in the blistering heat of the Australian Outback have a severe labor shortage?"

"Pack these two blind, ungrateful mutts onto the next cargo plane and send them straight there."

Arthur, our silver-haired butler, broke into a wide, deeply satisfied smile.

"Right away, Miss Blair!"

The two bodyguards froze, touching their stinging cheeks.

This... this wasn't how the script was supposed to go.

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Seeing Carter and Jaxon get slapped, Phoebe immediately threw herself in front of them, acting like a martyr.

"Blair, it is fine if you want to hit me, but how could you strike them?"

She let out a pathetic, breathy sob. "I know this is all my fault. I twisted my ankle last night. I never should have called them away..."

Listening to Phoebe's manipulative, sugary whining, my mind rapidly processed the plot of the world I had just awakened in.

The original Blair was the sole heir to a multi-billion dollar corporate empire. Yet, she was written as a pathetic, cowardly doormat.

Last night was her birthday. Carter and Jaxon had promised to take her camping in the wilderness to watch the meteor shower. But the moment the tent was pitched, the two brothers received a frantic call from Phoebe, the live-in maid's daughter.

Hearing that Phoebe had slightly twisted her ankle, the two men panicked. They jumped into the only SUV and sped off, abandoning the heiress in the middle of a pitch-black, freezing forest.

Since Blair's parents died in a tragic car accident, this was far from the first time they had ditched her for the maid's daughter.

They had promised to take Blair to a sold-out stadium concert. She waited at the gates clutching the VIP tickets until the stadium went dark. They never answered their phones. Later, she saw their social media posts. They had spent the entire day at Universal Studios, flanking Phoebe with wide smiles. The caption read: Spending a magical day with our little princess! Always keep smiling, Phoebe! The comments beneath were filled with sickeningly sweet inside jokes.

Blair had stood in the empty, windswept plaza, freezing and entirely alone.

When Blair and Phoebe both caught severe pneumonia last winter, the two bodyguards stayed by Phoebe's hospital bed for seven days and seven nights. They never once checked on Blair.

And last night, they left her completely stranded in a dangerous, howling wilderness. Terrified of the rustling shadows and wild animal cries, she had to call the estate butler to send a rescue team.

By the time she made it back to the mansion, the sun was rising.

She walked through the doors only to be met by the smug, triumphant face of the beloved heroine, Phoebe. Without a word, Phoebe slapped herself and started crying, perfectly framing Blair just as the bodyguards walked in.

Which led to this exact moment.

Carter and Jaxon were technically employees, but Blair had always treated them like family. She never spoke a harsh word to them.

Now, her palm had left bright red welts on their jaws.

They stared at me, their eyes wide with utter disbelief.

"Blair, you actually hit us?"