I fell in love with my nanny's son in my past life. However, he used my brother's identity as the company's heir and took over my family's villa. Then, he spread rumors about me refusing to leave him alone.

"Madison, I treat you and your mother like you're my family—that's why I've allowed you to live in my home. That doesn't mean you can write me lewd love letters, though."

The rumors he spreads make my life hit rock bottom. My classmates isolate me, and my relatives despise me. Ultimately, I become severely depressed and take my life before even completing my studies.

I'm later reborn on the day Calvin Latham starts spreading rumors about me. This time, I don't hesitate to expose his lies and reveal his true identity.

As soon as school was over, Calvin Latham stood by the classroom door and addressed me in a voice loud enough for the entire class to hear. "What's your deal this time, Madison Smith? Having spent most of my life studying abroad, I consider myself fairly open-minded.

"I don't mind you being the nanny's daughter, but constantly sending me love letters is highly inappropriate! I mean, aren't we all students here? I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this."

After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn.

I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

"And besides, do you have any idea what a love letter even looks like? I guess all that seafood your mother's been cooking for you at my house has turned your brain into a mush. I mean, how could you even misread something like this for something inappropriate?"

Calvin's face immediately fell. It turned out that the word "FOOL" was written in the pink letter. It stood out so much that everyone could see it clearly.

Those people, who had been glaring at me with disdain earlier, were now covering their mouths and trying their best to suppress their laughter.

Yet, even at this moment, Calvin couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation. "I've overlooked your past behavior out of consideration for your family's long-standing service to mine, Madison. However, if you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to force you to walk back home from school alone.

"You see, as the rightful successor to Prosperous Group, everything about me is inextricably linked to the company's image, and I'm not about to let your antics ruin our company's reputation."

Calvin stood there with a Bentley car key in his hand, threatening me as blatantly as ever. I had to admit, there was something almost impressive about his audacity. I couldn't help but wonder if he might be suffering from some kind of delusional disorder.

If that weren't the case, how could he possibly maintain this "heir of a wealthy family" facade so shamelessly in front of everyone?

It was common knowledge that the chairman of Prosperous Group had two children who had spent their lives abroad, and the heir to the family was due to return home this year to take over the family business.

It was a strange coincidence that Calvin, who had been living in my house, was not only close in age to my brother but also shared the same last name as my father.

In order to preserve his fragile ego, Calvin stopped explaining whenever people found out he lived in Latham Manor, the largest residence available in Silkenbrook. He had grown so accustomed to the perks of being the heir to the Latham family that he eventually started spinning lies so grand that he even started believing them himself.

In my past life, I made the grave mistake of falling for him and allowing him to take advantage of me. Thanks to the cover-up by his foxy parents, who worked as nanny and driver in my family, the bullying I suffered as a result of Calvin's lies was effectively concealed.

"Are you feeling scared now? I'm not that cold-hearted. If you apologize to me right now, I'll let the whole 'secret crush' and love letters thing slide. You can still hitch a ride with me after school as well."

Upon hearing Calvin's remarks, my classmates cast scornful gazes from all sides at me.

"I mean, her parents work for them, live off their food, stay in their house, and even ride in their car every day. And yet, she still has the audacity to send love letters to Calvin! I can't help but feel embarrassed for her!"

"I bet she's been reading way too many romance novels!"

Calvin's lackeys kept picking on me.

Noticing my silence, Calvin probably thought I was still the same powerless heiress who had let him spread those rumors about me in the past.

Having died in the past, I understood that with shameless people like him, the more you tolerated them, the more they would push their luck. I snatched the car key from Calvin's hand and flung it out the window. His mouth was agape in disbelief.

"I just want to remind you that my father doesn't like anyone touching his things. If he finds out that you took the key to his precious car just to show off, I'm not sure how you'll get out of it."

There was a moment of silence.

In a panic, Calvin ran to the window and stuck his head out as far as he could. We were way up on the fifth floor, and there were dense shrubs and flowerbeds below. He watched helplessly as the tiny car key vanished into the dense foliage below.

"It's alright, Calvin. We'll all help you search for it."

"You seem quite flustered. It must be a really expensive car, huh?"

"I guess Calvin has been too nice toward the household staff. It's probably why Madison has developed a sense of entitlement."

It was quite obvious that Calvin's fangirls looked just as nervous as Calvin himself.

Calvin adjusted his clothes and feigned indifference. "It's alright. It's just a few hundred thousand dollars, so it's not that expensive. If we can't find it, then so be it. And please don't blame this on Madison. I'm sure she's just feeling a bit insecure. She probably thinks I've been neglecting her, so she's throwing a minor fit."

I merely scoffed and said, "I'll have you know, my father's returning tonight. Have you figured out how you're going to explain it if he notices that his beloved car's key is missing? And by the way, it's not a few hundred thousand dollars—it's one million dollars."

When he heard that, Calvin's forehead glistened with even more sweat. He immediately dropped his nonchalant facade and dashed toward the flowerbed on the first floor. His fangirls rushed after him.

It was publicly known that the chairman of Prosperous Group was Joshua Latham. Yet, very few were privy to the fact that both his children had taken their mother's last name, Smith. It was also because of this that Calvin was allowed to spin his lies about being the heir without anyone questioning him.

I quickly packed my things when I saw that the chauffeur was already waiting by the school entrance.

I noticed several classmates looking in my direction as I got into the car. I also heard quite a few of them whispering about how Calvin and I had just gotten into a fight, yet I was still getting a ride from him after school.

It wasn't until I rolled up the car window that their gazes finally started to shift away.

"Let's go, Mr. Drew!"

Drew Latham, the chauffeur, seemed to be ignoring me. He kept looking out the window toward the school entrance. He then asked, "Don't you want to wait for Calvin, Ms. Smith? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

"You're the personal chauffeur assigned to me by my father. You're getting paid for it, so you should just do what you're hired to do."

Drew immediately turned toward me and said, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Smith. I'm indeed the personal chauffeur assigned by Mr. Latham, so I'll definitely do what you say."

"I hope I don't have to repeat myself anymore, Mr. Drew," I said firmly as I leaned back in my seat with my eyes closed. It was the first time I had spoken so firmly to the household staff, and although there was a shift in his expression, Drew remained silent and started the car.

It was then that Calvin emerged from the flower bed and bushes. He was clutching the car key in one hand, and his backpack was slung over his shoulder. He then walked toward the car I was in.

I watched him stand alone at the school entrance as the car drove away. We left behind a wispy trail of exhaust fumes.

I had just reached home when Karen White, the nanny, suddenly emerged from the kitchen.

Her gaze swept past me. Her eyes were darting around as if searching for something or someone. "Where's Calvin? I thought he was coming back with you, Ms. Smith."

I didn't reply to Karen's questions. I merely passed her my backpack, sat at the dining table, and fixed my gaze on the food. "I'm hungry already, so let's eat."

Karen was dumbfounded. She then walked right up to me with a spatula in her hand. She asked, "Why the rush, Madison? I mean, Calvin hasn't even come back yet!"

She then rubbed her hands together and looked past me at Drew. "I thought you were supposed to pick up Calvin. How could you come back here without him? What kind of father are you? I even made his favorite Atherian lobsters today!"

I noticed Drew standing beside me. He was frantically signaling at Karen with his eyes.

I threw the bowl and cutlery to the ground. The crash echoed through the room. Karen, who had been pacing around, finally stopped and stared at me in shock.

"I said it's time to eat! Is everyone deaf here?"

It went quiet all of a sudden. Luna, who had been cleaning the stairs, Karen, who had been talking incessantly, and Drew, who had been frantically signaling Karen with his eyes, were all struck silent.

"Who do you think is the real head of this household? If you're unwilling to perform the part you're paid for, then feel free to pack your things and move out of here."

I used to be too nice to the household staff at home, which led them to take advantage of me when I was gravely ill in my past life. It was only after I had been reborn that I realized that there would always be people who would take advantage of you—no matter how kind you were to them.

It was only then that Karen slowly lifted the lids from each dish, revealing that half of the over a dozen dishes were seafood. I immediately lost my appetite. I then pulled at the tablecloth, flipping all the steaming dishes onto the floor with a loud crash.

"I don't like what you made today. I want you to make me something else."

Upon seeing the mess on the floor, Karen nervously tugged at her apron in confusion and said, "I spent the entire afternoon cooking these dishes, Ms. Smith. If you don't want to eat them, I'm sure Calvin does! How can you behave so unreasonably?"

Karen was so distressed that she almost sank to the floor.

I had been allergic to seafood since I was a child, so it was never part of our meals. Karen had always kept this in mind and never cooked seafood. Yet, as Dad got busier with work and Callum went abroad for school, I was often left alone at home.

It was around this time that Karen started paying less attention to me, and Calvin started visiting our home regularly. It wasn't long before seafood dishes started appearing on the dining table, and they began testing my willingness to comply.

Moreover, Karen insisted that she was merely doing this for my own good by suggesting I gradually change my eating habits. Yet, despite knowing that I wouldn't take a single bite of it, seafood dishes continued to appear increasingly often on the dining table.

I tapped the dining table lightly with my cutlery to get everyone's attention. I then announced, "You're not needed here starting tomorrow, Ms. White. I'll be reviewing the household accounts, and any unaccounted spending will be directly deducted from your salary.

"And from now on, everyone will sit at separate tables during meals and stick to their jobs. If anyone were to step out of line, they'll face the same consequences."

Upon hearing that, Karen tugged at her apron while looking quite aggrieved. Yet, despite that, she didn't dare to utter a single word and quickly cleaned up the mess on the floor.

I glanced at the clock before heading upstairs to my room. Dad had gone out of his way to secure the best and most expensive private tutor available, and today was her scheduled visit for my lesson.

In my past life, Calvin had just transferred from a rural high school and was struggling academically, ranking at the bottom of the class. I paid the private tutor extra to tutor both of us, and it worked exceptionally well. Calvin's grades improved significantly, and he even became one of the top students in his class.

In the end, Calvin returned home with Dad, and with them was Holly Larson, a student my father had been supporting financially.

Holly and Calvin shared the same hometown. In my past life, when I was bullied and ostracized for writing love letters to Calvin, Holly was the only one who believed in my innocence. In those dark and lonely days, I regarded her as my closest friend. I offered her all my trust and affection.