Chapter 2The Nanny’s Daughter Stole My Life

Jaxon's voice trembled with absolute fury.

"All because we went to take care of Phoebe last night?"

Carter's eyes darkened, stepping forward aggressively. "It seems we have spoiled you too much, Blair. It has made you arrogant and utterly toxic!"

Seeing the tension, Phoebe immediately dropped to her knees on the marble floor, her tears falling perfectly on cue.

"It is all my fault! Blair, please! I know I do not deserve their attention. Please do not take your anger out on them..."

Before anyone could stop her, she raised her hands and slapped her own cheeks, creating a loud, dramatic smacking sound.

The two brothers looked like their hearts were being ripped out. They rushed to her sides, desperately grabbing her wrists.

Carter pulled her into his chest, glaring at me. "Stop it, Phoebe! It is not your fault! Blair is just an entitled brat who thinks she owns the world."

"You are just too kind and pure," Carter whispered, brushing a tear from her cheek. "That is why she always gets away with bullying you."

Jaxon turned to me, his jaw clenched so hard a vein popped in his neck.

"Blair, get on your knees and apologize to Phoebe right now, or we will never speak to you again!"

Phoebe's eyes were red and swollen. She weakly tugged at their sleeves.

"Jaxon, Carter, please do not ruin your relationship with Blair over me. It is my fault... I am just the daughter of a maid..."

Jaxon shushed her gently, then shot me a look of pure venom.

"Are you deaf, Blair? I said get on your knees!"

Peeking out from Carter's embrace, Phoebe shot me a fleeting, arrogant smirk.

I looked at these two ungrateful parasites, and the rest of the novel's plot flashed through my mind.

In the original story, these two exact bodyguards teamed up with Blair's adopted brother and her fiancé to murder her. The day after her wedding, the four men locked her in a pitch-black basement and tortured her to death.

After she died, her fiancé inherited her billion-dollar empire as her widower and happily married Phoebe. The adopted brother and the bodyguards stood at the altar, smiling and clapping. A perfect happy ending.

When I read that trash ending in my past life, I cursed the author for being a sociopath.

And then I woke up in Blair's body.

Watching the two brothers continue to bark at me like rabid dogs, a dark, dangerous smile spread across my face.

"Jaxon. Carter. You two are nothing but leeches."

"You eat my food. You live in my house. My family paid for your education and your clothes. And now, you want me, your employer, to kneel to a maid's daughter?"