Yvonne's POV

As soon as we got to the gymnasium, the noise inside could've shaken the ceiling. Everyone was already seated, whispering, buzzing, bouncing on their chairs like we were about to witness the arrival of actual royalty. The principal tapped her mic, clearing her throat until the place quieted down a little. Then she smiled wide, like she had the juiciest news of the decade.

"Students," she began, her voice echoing across the gym, "please join me in welcoming Gentle, Jack, and Bobby Belfort, heirs to the Belfort fortune, who have generously donated a brand-new wing to this high school."

The principal clapped like she'd just announced world peace, and the whole place erupted in applause. Some kids whistled, some stomped their feet. A girl behind me squealed so loud I thought she might faint.

"Yes, amazing, right?" the principal beamed, soaking in the cheers. "And that's not all. They have gifted each of you with a brand-new iPad."

Gasps and shouts broke out everywhere. Teachers moved down the aisles, handing out shiny boxes. The sound of cardboard being ripped open was almost louder than the clapping.

"I'm never doing homework on paper again!" a boy shouted two rows ahead.

Another chimed in, "Do you think they'll give us free Wi-Fi too?" The place dissolved into laughter and chatter.

"Students!" the principal said, raising her hands. "On that note, I expect you all to show them the respect they deserve."

That was it. The tension snapped back like a stretched rubber band. All eyes glued themselves to the entrance of the gymnasium, the doors like a stage curtain about to lift and the buzz in the air felt almost electric.

And then-they walked in.

The double doors swung open, and Gentle, Jack, and Bobby Belfort strode inside like they had been trained for this moment their whole lives. Their walk was slow, confident, perfectly in sync, like the floor belonged to them. All neck tilted, jaws dropped, and eyes widened as they crossed the aisle. You could practically feel the room holding its breath. Each one of them had that kind of presence you only see in glossy magazine covers-their suits were adorably fitted and their hair styled like it had been blessed by Hollywood itself.

The cheers rose, bouncing off the gym walls. Tricia, especially, was impossible to ignore. She was bouncing in her seat like a toddler on a codeine diet. Her squeals pierced the air, her hands clutching her chest dramatically. And I am quite sure that if someone handed her a fan right then, she would have fainted into it.

When the noise simmered down, the tallest of the brothers stepped forward, his voice smooth but heavy with meaning. "I know you all must be wondering why we chose to come here. Fifteen years ago, our baby sister disappeared."

The gym fell into complete silence, the kind where you could hear a pin drop. "We vowed not to rest until we found her, chasing every lead and never giving up. Now, we finally know where she is, and that is why we are here."

Another brother, the one with sharper features, added, "We have come to bring her home. To bring her back to the family where she belongs."

The third spoke next, his lips curving into a smile that sent more gasps through the girls in the room. "She would be sixteen by now. Blond hair. Outrageously attractive, just like her brothers." The arrogance in his tone made a few kids giggle, but no one dared say anything.

And then the first brother raised his hand, pulling back his sleeve. My stomach tightened instantly. "Most importantly, she has a bracelet. One like this."

Together, all three of them lifted their wrists. Three identical bracelets glittered under the gym lights. And at the moment, it was like my lungs stopped working.

"Oh my God." The words tumbled out of my mouth in the faintest whisper, meant for no one but myself. My fingers trembled on my lap. "That looks exactly like my bracelet."

The first brother spread his arms, gaze sweeping the crowd. "Sis, wherever you are, come on up here. We are waiting for you. Anyone?"

The gym rippled with whispers, heads turning and searching. My chest pounded so hard it hurt. Could it be me? Could I actually be the missing Belfort heiress? My bracelet... it was the only clue I ever had. But now it was gone, stolen by Tricia. My throat burned with panic.

And then, before I could think, my body moved on its own. I rose halfway from my seat, with legs shaking and my knees threatening to buckle. But just as I found the courage to steady myself, a hard shove hit me from behind.

"Shift! Get out of my way, trash." The venom in her voice cut through me.

I stumbled forward, catching myself on the edge of the seat in front. My eyes darted up-and of course, it was her-Tricia. Who else? Her smirk said it all as she strutted down the aisle.

No. Please no.

"Brothers!" she screamed, fake joy spilling out of her like bad perfume. Her arm shot up, flashing a bracelet. My bracelet. The one she ripped from me. My stomach dropped to the floor.

The brothers' faces lit up, unguarded excitement softening their sharp features. "Baby sis!" they shouted in unison, arms opening wide to her.

She launched herself at them, squealing and wriggling like a child reunited with candy. "Brothers!" she cried again, her voice so high-pitched it hurt. She clung to them, milking the moment, tears she didn't have shimmering in her eyes.

"Baby sis, we finally found you. You must have dealt with so much," one of them said, his voice dripping with sympathy.

"Yeah, it's been a trial," she replied quickly, almost sounding like she had it all rehearsed. "But you're here now. And that's all that matters."

Her words were fake, hollow, but nobody seemed to notice. All the students gushed, sighing like they were watching a movie scene.

"Oh my gosh, she's their sister."

"Can you believe it? Tricia Belfort!"

"Her life just changed forever."

I sat frozen, my hands balled into fists so tight my nails dug into my skin. This can't be happening. How could they fall for this? Couldn't they see the way her eyes sparkled a little too much, the way her voice cracked in all the wrong places?

But the brothers only leaned in closer. "We want to spoil you after all these years. So of course, we brought presents. We tried to guess what you'd want, but in the end, we decided to bring everything."

The doors at the side of the gym opened. A line of attendants rolled in racks of glittering clothes-dresses sparkling under the lights, rows of designer shoes gleaming like treasures. Jewelry cases clicked open, dazzling gems shining all over the space. Pictures flashed on the projector and at the lineup that could make anyone dizzy.

"The Belfort family presents," one of the brothers declared proudly, "a new wardrobe straight from the runways of Miami, ten luxury cars to suit every mood, and unrestricted access to the Belfort family jet."

The gym exploded in the other students' cheers here and there.

"Ten cars?!"

"I'd take one! Just one!"

"Imagine having a family jet. Forget college, I'd just fly everywhere."

Tricia's smile stretched so wide it looked painful. "I am just so excited to finally reunite with my family," she said, clutching her chest like she was overwhelmed with love.

I couldn't take it anymore. Anger bubbled in me like lava, threatening to spill over. Every laugh, every cheer for her made me want to scream. But another scene? More humiliation? My chest tightened. No. Not today. Maybe it was better to stay quiet, to swallow the pain and walk away.

So I stood, forcing my legs to move, heading for the exit while everyone else was lost in Tricia's performance. Maybe disappearing would hurt less than watching her steal everything.

But then-

"Yvonne." My mom's voice stopped me at the doors. She had somehow found me, her face pale but determined. Her words pierced straight through my panic. "But the bracelet is yours. It was the only thing on you when I found you as a baby. And that was exactly 15 years ago."

I froze. My head spun. "Mum... I think it must be a mistake. Or... or something. I can't be the Belfort heiress." My voice shook, barely above a whisper.

Her gaze hardened. "Yvonne. You didn't spend your whole life wondering where you came from just to back down now. You know the truth."

My chest rose and fell fast, the truth colliding with the lies in my head. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides. She was right. Deep down, I knew it. I knew it from the first second I saw their bracelets. From the way my heart nearly leapt out of me. From the emptiness I'd carried all my life.

I couldn't let Tricia steal what was mine. Not this time.

A boldness I didn't recognize surged through me. My legs moved, strong and steady now. I turned back toward the center of the gymnasium, toward the brothers, the crowd, and Tricia's lies.

It was time to step into the light.

Tricia's POV

At one stage, I felt like backing off, but it was too late to do that now. And on second thought, I couldn't believe Yvonne was the real Belfort heiress. Her, of all people? She didn't deserve all of this, you know. I mean, come on-she's been a nobody her whole life, scrubbing floors, keeping her head low like the cleaner's daughter she is. What would she even do with this kind of power, this kind of spotlight? She wouldn't know how to act or how to shine with it.

And that's where I came in.

Deep down, the sweetest part wasn't even the bracelet itself-it was the taste of victory, the thought of having all the "goodies" that came with the heiress title right in my hands. If anyone was meant to step into this crown, it was me and I could beat my chest with regard to that. I've always been the queen bee, and now the whole school would finally see that wasn't just a nickname. I was born for this.

And no one could stop my shine.

While I was still basking in the glow of my own thoughts right beside the Belfort brothers, Adrian strolled toward me, casual as always, his hand shoved in his pocket. But then, with that smirk of his, he slid an arm around me and said, loud enough for the whole school to hear:

"Tricia is my girlfriend, actually."

The words dropped into the air like glitter. I tilted my head up at him, blinking, then smiled slowly. Adrian knew exactly what he was doing, and so did I. He loved beautiful things, shiny things, things that made people look twice. And I loved the power of being chosen, being claimed in front of everyone. There was no reason to oppose what he said-why would I? His declaration only made me look more untouchable.

I leaned into him just enough to show I didn't mind, to show I belonged right here. Because the truth was, I needed him as much as he needed me. He knew what was at stake. With him backing me, there'd be no reason for anyone to doubt me, even if the Belfort brothers had a glimpse of suspicion.

My original plan when I heard about the Belfort brothers transferring to our school, was actually to cozy my way into dating one of the brothers and do away with Adrian himself. But when luck handed me this perfect setup, why chase crumbs when I could have the whole feast? They already believed I was their sister, all because of the bracelet I snatched from Yvonne.

Poor, pathetic Yvonne.

I glanced around the gymnasium, scanning the crowd for her, but I think she'd already slipped away like the coward she was. The space where she'd been standing was empty. It almost made me laugh. Even if she tried to speak up, who would believe her? Nobody wanted the word of a cleaner's daughter over mine. And if she dared to, I'd make sure the crowd drowned her out. Everyone loved a spectacle, and I was their star.

Adrian tightened his arm around my waist, and I let my fingers brush over the bracelet on my wrist which seemed to be the perfect prop. Just imagine if I hadn't stolen it when I did. What would I even be standing on right now? The thought almost made me shiver. Timing was everything, and I had nailed it.

I didn't know how far this ride could take me, but I was more than willing to push it as far as it would go.

Adrian's voice cut into my thoughts, as smooth as anything one could imagine. "It's such a relief that you guys finally found her. She's always longed to be with her real family."

He was looking straight at the Belfort brothers when he said it, his tone dripping with sincerity that I almost clapped. I hadn't even asked him to play wingman for me, but here he was, feeding them exactly what they wanted to hear. That's what I liked about Adrian-he knew how to play the game.

And I wasn't about to be left behind. I tilted my head, letting my eyes water just enough to look soft. "This bracelet is all I had to give me hope... that someday, I'd see you guys again."

Oh, I deserved an award. The way my voice trembled? It all screamed perfection. I could feel all eyes on me, soaking in every word. Playing the victim had never felt so good, you know.

The brothers' expressions shifted almost instantly with shock, relief, even a little guilt flashing in their eyes as they couldn't hide it. And I knew right there that they believed me. My heart kicked in my chest, but it wasn't nerves, it was triumph.

The gym buzzed all up with low whispers. I caught girls in the corner whispering furiously, others glaring in envy. Some boys looked impressed, like they suddenly saw me in a new light. I'd never been invisible, but now I was way more untouchable.

Just when I thought the moment had reached peak perfection, when the brothers' eyes softened, their lips curving into relieved smiles.

"Enough! Enough!"

The voice cracked through the air like a whip, slicing through the applause and whispers. The gym fell silent, and I didn't even need to turn my head to know who it was.

Of course. Yvonne.

She walked in from the entrance, with her shoulders squared, her eyes locked on me like she'd been waiting for this all along. My stomach tightened, though I forced myself not to flinch. A second ago, I'd thought she'd slunk away with her two left legs. Clearly, I was wrong.

The crowd turned as one as their whispers rushed back like a wave. Her footsteps echoed against the polished gym floor, each one slower and heavier than the last, like she was milking the attention I thought belonged to me.

"I don't know anything about heiresses or long-lost brothers," she said, her voice felt steady, too steady for someone like her. Her eyes flicked to my wrist straight up, sharp and accusing. "But that bracelet... is mine."

There were gasps here and there and a ripple spread through the room like I'd just been slapped.

I narrowed my eyes at her, trying not to show how her sudden boldness threw me. Since when did Yvonne talk like this? Since when did she stand in front of people instead of hiding behind everyone else.

She stepped closer with her chin lifting, and stretched out her hand toward me. "Give it back. Now."

Her tone wasn't pleading. It was commanding. Like she had the right. Like she wasn't the nobody she's always been.

And you know the worst part? The Belfort brothers actually looked at her. Not just looked-studied her, having their faces shifting in real time. Their eyes flicked from her to me, back to her again,and I could bet that was doubt flashing across their features.

I swallowed hard, though I kept my smile slightly held high. No way was I going to let her steal this moment.

"What!" one of the Belfort brothers said, his voice louder than he meant it to be.

"That bracelet is yours?" another added, disbelief painting his tone.

And just like that, the room went into chaos.