Chapter 2Budget Barbie: The Repo Life of a Fake Heiress

As a blue-collar soul who transmigrated into the body of a "cannon fodder" fake heiress, I enjoyed the rich girl life for less than twenty-four hours before returning to poverty.

I walked around the perimeter of the villa and found a dry spot under the first-floor terrace. Directly above was my "brother," Lucas’s room.

"Don't worry. She’s broke. Once she tastes a little hardship, she’ll realize the benefits of wealth and come crawling back to climb into your bed."

Lydia’s voice echoed down the drainpipe.

Tsk. For a multi-million dollar mansion, the soundproofing was garbage.

I knew it. Lucas had been handsy with me all afternoon—giving off major Flowers in the Attic vibes—but tonight he was silent.

So he was planning to keep me as a sugar baby.

He calculated wrong.

To Lucas, having only one penthouse condo to his name is "poverty." But for a grinder like me? A digital wallet with two hundred bucks is enough to survive for two weeks.

Besides, my balance still held the remaining $12,000 from this month’s allowance.

To the Sterlings, that’s popsicle money. To normal people? If you pinch pennies, that’s a few years of living expenses.

They thought they were crushing me into the dust.

To me? This was just consumption downgrading.