The Fake Heiress

Chapter 8

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"The truth will set you free. But why don't I feel like it?"

Ridiculous. Absurd. Apalling.
Hindi ko na alam kung ano ang tamang salita para sa lahat ng mga articles circulating online and on tabloids about me.

Fake Heiress Violent Actions After Finding Out the Truth of her Identity

Candelanza Heiress, a fake? The Real Heiress Emerge

Scandalous Behaviour of the Fake Candelanza Heiress

Ilan lang iyan sa iba't-iba pang headlines ng mga articles tungkol sa akin. They all have the same content though.

"Blaire Candelanza, upon being told the truth by the real heiress, Lylian Candelanza, did not believe it and got violent, punching and slapping Lylian which then lead to her display of public affection towards Lylian's boyfriend."

The story had changed. Apparently, nangyari ang lahat ng nangyari dahil sinabi niya raw sa akin sa gabing iyon ang katotohanan tungkol sa pagkatao niya? Everything about that night was as clear as crystal to me. What she claimed about telling me the truth did not happen that night.

She twisted the story. She approached me on purpose that night. Plinano niya at ng boyfriend niya ang lahat ng iyon.
Why did I have to be so stupid and fall for her trap?

'Like they said, kahit bihisan, ang basura, mangangamoy basura pa rin.'

'It explains why she doesn't have class. Galing kasi sa slums.

'She's always brag about being untouchable just because of her family name. I so badly want to see her face right now. So embarassing.'

'What comes around, goes around talaga no? She's a bully to everyone around her. Ngayon, siya na ang binubully ng lahat.'

'Kawawang Blaire. Tsk.'

'She's always been a trash. Wala namang nagbago. Well, mas malinaw na nga lang ngayon.'

'Wala ka talagang aasahan sa mga hampas-lupa at mababang uring nilalang. Their actions speak for themselves.'

I want to laugh hysterically like a maniac. Hateful comments kept coming and coming. Reporters are calling me to ask for my side of the story, though I doubt they would believe me or if they really wanna hear from me. I know it's just for clout. Masyadong mainit pa ang usapin kaya syempre, gagatungan.

I glanced at my phone on the bedside table when it rang again. This time, Zyan's name registered on the screen. I ignored it. I closed the laptop and got out of bed. I need to stay hydrated because everyone is trying to burn me alive with their fiery hate towards me.

But of course, aabutan mo talaga si satanas sa kusina na mahinahon at masayang nagkakape. Well, in that case dalawang satanas na ang nasa kusina.

"Good morning, sis. Slept well?" She smiled sweetly and sipped on her coffee.

She raised a brow at me and her eyes sparkle in that wannabe demonic way only she knows how. It's not scary at all. It's funny actually.

I ignored her and just proceeded to open the fridge to get a glass of water.

"I guess not. At base on your expression, hindi na nga maganda ang tulog mo, hindi rin maganda ang gising." Tumawa pa siya na para bang magkaibigan kaming dalawa at nag bibiruan lang.

I stared at her while drinking a glass of water. Binaba ko iyon at mas lalong tinitigan ang masayang-masayang mukha niya. She must have felt uncomfortable dahil napawi ang ngiti niya at nag-iwas ng tingin. I smiled.