Accused of Being My Own Father's Mistress
Daisy Swift · Ongoing · 6.6k Words
Introduction
My roommate, Harper, suddenly stormed the stage, publicly accusing me of being a sugar baby who seduced her father.
"That diamond necklace around her neck was bought with my dad's money!"
I instantly became public enemy number one. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of boos, and the administration, caving to the pressure, prepared to expel me on the spot.
Facing the out-of-control screaming and the countless live-stream cameras shoved in my face, I pulled out my phone and dialed the so-called "sugar daddy" right there in front of everyone.
"Dad," I said coldly. "Since when did I get a new 'sister'?"
Chapter 1
At the annual charity gala, I stood in the spotlight as the student representative.
My roommate, Harper, suddenly stormed the stage, publicly accusing me of being a sugar baby who seduced her father.
"That diamond necklace around her neck was bought with my dad's money!"
I instantly became public enemy number one. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of boos, and the administration, caving to the pressure, prepared to expel me on the spot.
Facing the out-of-control screaming and the countless live-stream cameras shoved in my face, I pulled out my phone and dialed the so-called "sugar daddy" right there in front of everyone.
"Dad," I said coldly. "Since when did I get a new sister?"
......
From the very first day we moved into the dorms, my roommate Harper harbored an intense hostility toward me.
For the sake of keeping a low profile and some peace, I had ignored all her passive-aggressive jabs.
It wasn't until today that I finally understood exactly what she was scheming.
Right before the charity gala, I fastened the clasp of that diamond necklace.
Harper's eyes stayed glued to the diamonds, unable to hide the raw jealousy in her gaze.
I ignored her, walking straight past her and out the door.
Harper's voice echoed through the crack in the door as she sent a voice memo.
"Girls, get ready for a show tonight."
Forty minutes later, the annual charity gala reeked of the specific vanity unique to high society.
The moment I stepped onto the red carpet, the air around me shifted.
A few frat guys stood nursing their drinks, their eyes unabashedly locked onto the diamonds resting against my collarbone.
"I bet you can only get a piece like that at a top-tier auction. The guy keeping her is definitely pushing sixty."
Not far away, three sorority girls huddled together, looking me up and down while hiding their giggles behind their hands.
The malicious whispers grew legs and spread through the room.
Clearly, someone had cast a net in advance, waiting to watch me panic.
Instead of cowering, I walked straight into their line of sight.
It didn't take long to find the source of the rumors in the crowd.
Harper stood there holding a flute of champagne, her eyes buzzing with wild excitement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome this year's student representative, Sloane, to the stage to present the progress of our annual endowment projects."
I lifted the hem of my gown and walked toward the stage.
The applause was sporadic, mixed with a few sharp whistles and mean-spirited chuckles.
Did Harper really think a cheap stunt like this would make me break down? She severely underestimated me.
I stood at the microphone and flipped open my cue cards.
"Good evening. This year, our charity fund will not be limited to basic infrastructure, but rather..."
Using the calmest, most rigorously professional tone imaginable, I proceeded word for word with my project presentation.
The murmurs in the crowd gradually died down, and the expressions on several administrators' faces eased.
But just as I was about to deliver my closing remarks, Harper stormed the stage.
"Since when does a homewrecking sugar baby get to represent our entire student body on stage?!"
She grabbed the microphone, her red-manicured finger pointing directly at my face.
"Does someone like her deserve to represent our school?!"
Harper didn't give anyone a chance to react. She spiked her volume: "That necklace she's wearing was bought with my dad's money! She is a cheap gold digger who lives a luxurious life by seducing married men!"
The ballroom absolutely exploded.
The composure on the school executives' faces vanished, replaced by an embarrassing, sickly pale.
"Harper," I said into the main mic. "Since the first day we moved in, you've snooped through my personal belongings and turned the sorority group chats against me. I let it slide. But are you sure you want to take it to the point of no return tonight?"
"There must be some misunderstanding!" The college dean rushed onto the stage, trying to stand between us. "The ceremony is still streaming live. Whatever the issue is, let's discuss it calmly after we finish."
Harper sneered, viciously shaking off the dean's arm.
"Why should I wait? I'm going to expose her true colors right here in front of everyone! Cancel culture was practically invented for shameless people like her. She needs to be expelled!"
The crowd immediately backed her up. Dozens of frat boys started banging on the tables, jeering loudly.
"Get her out of here!"
"Kick her out of the school!"
The dean was sweating bullets, shouting sternly, "Harper! Stop this disruptive behavior immediately! I will forward this matter to the disciplinary committee!"
Harper screeched, snapping back like a feral cat. "You're in such a rush to protect her! Did she pay you off too? Or are you executives just part of her sugar daddy roster?!"
That single accusation dragged the administration straight into the mud.
The dean turned chalk white. In front of the live-streaming cameras, he froze entirely. He didn't dare have security drag her away, terrified that tomorrow's headlines would read about the university using force to cover up a sex scandal.
I watched her performance, forcing down the mocking smirk tugging at my lips.
I pulled the battlefield away from pure emotion and grounded it back in reality.
"You keep saying your dad bought this necklace for me. Where is the proof?"
Harper raised an eyebrow triumphantly. She'd clearly been waiting for me to ask that exact question.
"I am going to bury you right here."
She snapped her fingers.
The giant LED screen in the center of the stage flickered. The presentation slides vanished, replaced by a high-resolution, blown-up photo.
It was the very diamond necklace resting on my chest.
Immediately next to it popped up a digital invoice from a top-tier auction house, along with a screenshot of a transaction record.
Amount: $2,000,000.
And right in the center of the screenshot, in the recipient's name field, it clearly displayed one name: Harper.
Harper pointed at the giant screen. "That necklace is a coming-of-age gift my dad bought specifically for me! Not only are you a homewrecking gold digger, but you have the utter audacity to shamelessly steal what belongs to me!"
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