My family was supposed to be the richest of the land, yet I had to refund even a cheap delivery. Why?

In my previous life, my housekeeper's daughter got her hands on a trading system. Every cent of money I spent would be hers.

She started trying to guilt-trip me into donating to all the impoverished students in her school. It was charity anyway, so I signed a check worth 300 grand.

The moment I did, that money became part of her savings, and the amount on my check was zero. Everyone called me names, called me a charlatan. Even the boy toy I spent good money on broke up with me.

That girl used my money to donate to charities and became the kind and beautiful heiress. She told everyone I was the housekeeper's daughter instead.

Furious, I grabbed my black card and started shopping like crazy. I wanted to prove I was the real heiress, but the balance in my account was cleared immediately.

That girl then spent 1.2 million right away, like it was one dollar. She scoffed at me. "Don't try to act like you're rich when you're a broke loser. Your mother doesn't make enough as a housekeeper."

The Internet decided to hunt me down. I could not handle the stress, and my mind broke.

For some reason, my body withered away at a blistering rate. Before my father could save me, I drew my last breath.

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to that fateful day. The day the housekeeper's daughter made me donate to the school.

Rebirth

"I can't believe you, Wendy! You're vain! You're nothing but a housekeeper's daughter, and you think you could afford to help the whole school's impoverished kids?"

"Yeah, if Ms. Wood hadn't helped you cover the money, you'd have been a criminal!"

"Yeah, apologize to Ms. Wood right now, or we'll take you to the cops!"

Everywhere I turned, insults were hurled in my face, ringing in my ears. The throng shoved and pushed me around. That made me snap out of my reverie.

The faces of my schoolmates spoke of nothing but anger. I realized what must've happened. I was reborn. I was reborn on the day Queenie Wood egged me into donating to the school's impoverished students. The day she used her system to take my money.

The check for 300 grand I donated had nothing written on it, while Queenie swiped her card for the same amount. It went through. She told everyone I was the housekeeper's girl.

My silence was her hint. She came forth and talked to me in fake kindness. "I don't mind you stealing my custom-made dress and limited-edition designer bags to look cool, Wendy. But telling everyone you'd donate to them only to have the check have nothing written on it?

"I mean, you can't afford the donation anyway. You should just say sorry, or even I can't help you."

Her eyes gleamed with cunning. I knew she was trying to get under my skin and make me donate more.

Yeah, the me in my previous life acted all too rashly. Furious, I gave the poor students my black card and told them to take however much they wanted. I promised them I would donate whatever amount they swiped.

The students swore they would swipe until the credit limit was hit, and when they tried to do it, the reader came out with a warning.

"Insufficient balance. Try again!"

Queenie, however, transferred millions of dollars right away and promised to cover all the impoverished students' expenses.

That made me look like a vain woman who tried to act bigger than she was. Queenie, on the other hand, was the beautiful and kind heiress.

Now I was trying to figure out how to deal with this matter, when my boyfriend, Harold Grayson, came rushing out.

He was dressed in designer goods from head to toe, and on his wrist was a watch worth six figures. He, in all his majesty, was jabbing a finger at me. "And I thought you were rich, Wendy! You're a fake! If you hadn't begged and simped for my love, I'd never even look at you! That's it! We're breaking up!"

Me? Simping for him? It was the other way around. He begged to be my boy toy because he wanted to live the life of luxury I showed him. I only kept him around because his looks made up for it.

Now he looked at me like I was trash. He slammed his foot into my chest, in case I tried to cling to him.

The onlookers cheered for him and congratulated him for escaping hell.

Hell? I gave that guy 150 grand a month, and they thought it was hell?

I was about to tell the truth, but the tears came right away for Queenie. She slapped me.

"You're still not apologizing? You might be my housekeeper's girl, but I've treated you kindly. All you have to do is say you're sorry. I'd forgive you for old times' sake. Why won't you?"

"Tell the truth? Fine, I'll tell the truth!" I covered my swollen cheek and stood up. My teeth were clenched, and I hissed, "Yeah, I'm a housekeeper's daughter. I was vain and stupid and impersonated Ms. Wood to pretend I had money to donate. I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Ms. Wood. I am nothing but a housekeeper's girl!"

Party

Everyone froze. They did not think I'd confess this quickly. Queenie stammered and tried to say something, but I stormed off. No way I was letting her hurt me again.

When I was out of their earshot, I opened up all my shopping and delivery apps, then I put down as many orders as my fingers allowed me to.

Queenie thought my silence meant I was scheming something, but when she noticed her growing balance, a grin stretched her lips wide. She texted me, 'They want you to buy them something, or your apology's not accepted. Get them some coffee.'

I sneered. 'Okay.' And I got that delivery. But the moment it hit our doors, I asked for a refund due to hygiene.

That wasn't the only one. I did it for all orders I made. The money I spent came back to me, but when I checked the user interface, I found out the account that asked for the refunds was not mine.

It was Queenie's.

I knew it. Her system could only give Queenie the money I spent. If I were to cancel my purchases or ask for refunds, the system would register the refund requests under her name to make sure things stayed balanced. It was a mandatory move to make sure Queenie's income source was justified.

Good news. This was excellent news. I nearly jumped from joy. Yep, she would have hell to pay. I spent nearly 450 grand on shopping. Once I got the items, I asked for refunds and came up with all sorts of excuses. I didn't care even if the purchase was one dollar. I asked for a refund anyway.

Underwear, snacks, pads, designer bags, houses on auction, I got everything and refunded everything.

Even so, it did not stop my heart from beating faster, like something bad was going to happen.

I was reminded of my previous life. Of how quickly my body wasted away. It was the weekend, so I went back to my villa.

The first thing that hit my eyes was a party. Queenie and Harold were holding a party at my house, and our schoolmates were huddled around them.

They noticed me and had nothing but disgust.

"Oh, you're back, Wendy." Queenie was in a custom-made dress. She put down her '82 Lafite and approached me.

"It's Harold's birthday today. He really, really wanted to have a party at the villa, so I brought him and the gang. The cellar's nearly running out. Get a few hundred more bottles for us, please."

I stared at her shining, beaming face. I froze. Yeah, clothes made the woman. And this woman had a total makeover thanks to the millions she stole from me.

No one would've expected that she was a housekeeper's daughter who wore patched-up hand-me-downs a few years ago. She came to my place with her mother.

I wondered how she managed to bind me to her.

My silence annoyed her. She pointed at me imperiously. "Well, don't just stand there. Go! I went out of my way to hold this party for Harold. If you waste my time, there will be hell to pay! And get more of that '82 Lafite. Harold loves it! And get me Blackswan's most expensive cake! The one with eighteen layers! And get me a spot at a five-star restaurant."

Wow, if the Olympics held an event for shamelessness, she'd run laps around all the other contestants.

This woman stole my money to enjoy a life of luxury, and now she wanted me to help her keep up appearances while paying nothing?

Sorry, but life did not work that way.

Greed

I remained in my spot. My eyes were on the empty bottles all around them. Hundreds of them. All I could offer was a silent prayer.

If my father found out these people drank through his precious collection, one that he built for years, he would tear them limb from limb.

A drunk Harold wobbled up to us. Behind him were the disgruntled schoolmates.

"Are you deaf, Wendy? You're a lowly housekeeper's girl! Queenie's the heiress here, so you do as she says! Get us our order now!"

"Yeah, if you laze around and ruin Harold's birthday party, Queenie's going to make sure your mother's fired! You'll be homeless and on the streets!"

The watch on Harold's hand was gone, replaced by a watch made of pure gold. It was as thick as a wrist.

A limited-edition Rolls-Royce key hung from his waist. This man was not shy to show off his money.

No wonder people respected him. Queenie probably spent more than a million on him. That made me laugh. No wonder she wanted to extract more money from me.

"Sorry, milady. I barely have 200 for myself every month. I can't pay for anything. Fire my mom if you want to. I'll tell her to move out right now. She can quit this job."

I spun, but someone yanked my hair.

"Don't you take that attitude, Wendy. Don't talk to Queenie like that, you filthy housekeeper spawn!"

Harold. His eyes were coated in venom, and they were locked on my face. "I could've dated Queenie, but you stole her identity and tricked me! I'll let you know your place!"

He gave his order, and a dozen lackeys came pinning me down. With horror, I looked at them as they approached me. I thrashed and struggled. "Let me go! Are you out of your mind?"

Harold grinned evilly and slapped me across the face. "I'll teach you a lesson, you filthy servant!"

The slaps fell like rain, and they hit my face. Blood trickled down my mouth. Queenie was watching the show. She was not going to lift a finger to help.

She sighed. "I've let you run free far too much, Wendy. Seems I've spoiled you. A lesson will do you good. That'll teach you who the real heiress is."

The world around me was spinning. I shouted for the butler. I wanted these people out of the house. Then, I realized that the servants were all dismissed. No one could help me.

Guess a lot had changed in this place while I was boarding.

…

Half an hour later, Harold was tired out, and he stopped hitting me. Then, his greedy eyes fell on my diamond necklace. "No way that's yours! You stole from someone, didn't you?"

His eyes gleamed with avarice, and he tried to yank the necklace off me. My neck was creaking in pain. I shouted, "Let go! My mom left me that!"

He did not believe me. Instead, he slammed his foot into my chest and spat at me. "Your mom? With how little she makes, she can never afford something this fancy. I bet you stole it while Queenie wasn't looking!"

He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and tried to cut the necklace up and take it from me. This was the only thing my mother left me before she died. I would never give it to anyone!

I fought and tussled and struggled. Fine, if I were to die here, so be it.

But then, someone at the entrance gasped. "What are you doing? Stop right now!"