Three months into dating Ethan Black, he took me to meet his "boys." The guys were cracking inside jokes and roasting Ethan. I stood there, wearing a carefully practiced smile. Chloe Miller tossed Ethan’s jacket back at him. "You wore the wrong jacket last night, fine. But returning it without dry cleaning? Gross." One of the guys, eager to stir the pot, sneered, "Ethan, you really found yourself a princess, huh? Take my advice, pick a girl who's domesticated and useful!" "Hand-washing clothes, cooking fresh meals, buying gifts for her man every month—you gotta test her for like three to five years before putting a ring on it!" Chloe nodded vigorously. "Also, remember when I stayed with you in that basement apartment? Back then you'd even wear the wrong underwear. Now you have a 'sister-in-law,' keep your distance!" Ethan’s face turned bright red. "Shut up," he laughed, but didn't deny it. Mark, a sycophant, leaned into Chloe's ear. "The new sister-in-law looks clueless. Think she even understands what we're saying?" They were close, but loud enough for everyone to hear. The group huddled together, snickering. Ethan finally remembered me. He pulled me into the center of the crowd. "Let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Sophie Song. No bullying her, alright?" I had just sat down when someone shoved a drink in my hand. "Sister-in-law, to hang with us, you gotta hold your liquor. No cheating." Ethan took the glass for me. "Sophie is allergic to alcohol. I'll drink for her." Chloe’s face darkened instantly. "Ethan, we've been friends for years. You forgot the rules?" "Who promised their future partner had to be a drinker?" "Are you ditching your friends for her?" Ethan swallowed the drink and tried to appease her. "I chased Sophie for six months. We're serious. We're going to get married. Don't mess this up." The room erupted in jeers. "No wonder we haven't seen you! Ethan is locking it down!" "Not just a girlfriend, a wife!" "Impressive! I thought Chloe was hot, but you leveled up. Sophie is a knockout!" Chloe’s hand holding her drink froze. She punched the guy who spoke, laughing loudly, "I don't cake on makeup like those little girls." But her eyes were filled with hostility. Ethan looked uncomfortable. He whispered to me, "Sophie, maybe we should go catch a movie." I feigned surprise. "Why? We just got here." My voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the room. Mark tsked. "Trying to bail already? You used to jump when Chloe said jump. What changed?" "Enough." Ethan’s voice was dark. The atmosphere stiffened. Only the music continued to thump. The group exchanged glances, eventually focusing on Chloe. Chloe poured two full glasses. One for herself, one for Ethan. "Ethan, since you don't care about our rules, fine. Drink this, and we go our separate ways." Ethan clearly didn't expect this. He hesitated, then turned to me. "Sophie... maybe just drink it? If you feel sick, I'll take you to the ER." I smiled, masking my disappointment. "It's okay, Ethan. It's your friends' way of welcoming me." The stench of cheap alcohol made me nauseous. Ethan looked conflicted but didn't stop it. Chloe downed her glass in one go. "Sister, if you don't drink, Ethan might have to dump you." "Right?" Ethan avoided my eyes. I held the glass for a moment, then set it back on the table. Chloe smirked triumphantly. Before she could speak, I said softly, "I really don't want to drink. But I'll accept a penalty. Truth or Dare, whatever." Jason, the group's "hype man," sneered. "We don't play kid games. You think you're part of the crew?" "How about this? You don't want to drink? Pay up. $500 a glass. Deal?" Chloe beamed at him approvingly. The others got excited, waiting to see me embarrassed. Under everyone's gaze, I nodded slowly. "Sure. I'll Venmo you." Jason, seeing I was serious, hesitantly opened his QR code. A second later, the cold, robotic voice announced: "Venmo received: Fifty thousand dollars." Jason froze, staring at his balance. "Is 100 glasses enough? Should I transfer the next round too?" I held up my phone, casually displaying a balance with too many digits to count at a glance. Jason’s eyes almost popped out. He laughed nervously, his voice dropping an octave. "Enough! Enough! I didn't know you were a real heiress. I was just joking, don't be mad." The others dropped their act and scrambled for Jason's phone. "100 glasses? You can't drink all that! Share some!" "I want to drink with the heiress too! Don't hog it all!" "We're all Ethan's bros, we deserve a cut!" Ethan pulled me into his arms. "Watch it! If you bump my wife, my billionaire father-in-law will have your heads!" "It's just 50k. Look at you guys, embarrassing." The group froze, exchanging glances. Knowing me, 50k became "pocket change" to Ethan. And "billionaire father-in-law"? They realized they had hit the jackpot. The richest family in the city was the Song family. That made me the Song heiress. "Sophie... I mean, Miss Song. I'm Jason. Call me J-Dog." "I'm Mark..." They introduced themselves over each other, the arrogance gone. Even Mark, Chloe’s lapdog, wavered. Chloe glared him down. "Sophie Song! You think buying them off works? Get out! We..." "Enough, Chloe! Sophie just got here. Why are you targeting her?" "Yeah, we never said she couldn't pay. If you don't like it, you pay." Chloe was cut off by the group turning on her. Her face went pale, then red. She stomped her foot. "Don't be mad," Ethan patted her head. "We're here to have fun. Don't ruin the vibe." "Even you think I'm ruining the vibe?!" Chloe’s eyes reddened. She started chugging straight from the bottle. Before Ethan could react, I took the bottle away. "Chloe, sis, we're women. Heavy drinking can cause birth defects. Even if you don't care about yourself, think about your future husband." Chloe tried to snatch it back, but hearing "birth defects," she hesitated. "But you drank with me earlier. I'll pay the $500." She felt insulted and opened her mouth to argue, but Mark beat her to it. "Sister-in-law, send it to me! I'll hold it for Chloe." I nodded. "Sure." Another $50k hit his account. The room exploded. I spoke slowly, "Send the rest to Chloe too. Use it for a health checkup." Mark, blinded by money, forgot all about loyalty. "Sister-in-law, what do you want to drink? I'll buy!" "Get lost!" Ethan shoved him. "Back off." The party was a hit—except for Chloe. Before leaving, I dropped another $100k on a tab for them. Afterward, Jason added me to the group chat. I was in. But seeing the group name—"Chloe's Simps"—I knew I needed stronger medicine to break them apart. Ethan saw me on my phone and grumbled, "Sophie, is your family really that strict? No sex before marriage?" His words were muffled by the pillow. I looked down, feigning sadness. "I'm sorry, Ethan. I know it's hard..." Seeing my guilt, Ethan softened. "Didn't you want a car? I'll have the dealership deliver one tomorrow." Ethan shook with excitement. "Really?!" I nodded. "Of course. When have I lied to you?" He kissed me and pulled me into a hug. Once his breathing evened out, I went to the bathroom and scrubbed my face until it was raw. Looking at the scars on my right arm, tears fell. Soon. These scumbags will pay. I unlocked my phone and added Chloe. She accepted instantly: "Ethan make you apologize?" I smiled and sent my prepared message. As expected, blocked. I smirked at the chat log. Chloe was too easy. The next day, when Ethan rolled up in the sports car, the boys lost their minds. Basking in the glory, he announced, "Sophie bought it. Haven't even broken it in yet!" Chloe, ignored again, snapped, "Are we going shopping or what?!" They said yes, but their eyes were glued to the car. I saw their envy. "If you guys like it, we can rent a track and race." Jason was first. "Hell yeah! Never driven a beast like this!" Some hesitated. "What if we crash? Insurance..." I smiled. "I'll just rent the whole track." I called the track owner. The respectful tone on the other end sealed the deal. Their eyes were full of worship. The owner sent a shuttle. I looked at the left-out Chloe and acted regretful. "Oh, aren't you guys going shopping with Chloe? Maybe Ethan and I should go ahead?" Jason immediately insisted on accompanying me. The others followed. Chloe stood there, awkward and alone. Tears fell. Realizing she was actually crying, the guys went back and coaxed her into the shuttle. At the track, they let her pick first. She glared at me, thinking she won. I watched them do laps. Until Jason came up behind me and saw the open chat on my phone. His smile vanished. "Stop! Chloe, get over here!" Jason blocked the track with his body. The guys were annoyed, especially Mark, who shoved him. Jason grabbed my phone and shoved it in Chloe’s face. "Explain this!" The chat showed my lonely messages. "Chloe, sis, you're the only girl in the group. I didn't want Ethan to get jealous, so I came to you." "I ruined the vibe tonight. I'm sorry. How about I send everyone $100k as an apology?" Chloe’s reply: "Fck off, gold digger."* Blocked. Seeing the red exclamation mark, Jason looked like he was about to explode. The others raged. "Chloe, what the hell?" "Sister-in-law apologizes and you treat her like this?" Chloe became the target. She lifted her chin stubbornly, tears falling again. But this time, crying didn't work. Ethan returned from the restroom and saw the commotion. After hearing the story, he looked at Chloe helplessly. "Chloe, you were wrong this time. Talk to the guys next time." "Sophie, take a step back. Re-send the apology红包 (red envelopes)." "Sure," I agreed instantly, making Chloe look petty. Mark grinned. "Send Chloe's share to me. I'll save it for her." Chloe turned purple, but everyone was too busy checking their bank balances. Money received. They rushed back to the track. Chloe was done. She glared at me like she wanted to murder me. Until she saw my phone wallpaper. She froze, rubbing her eyes. She confirmed it. A smirk appeared. She snapped a few photos, thinking, Sophie Song, you're dead. A few days later, Chloe acted out of character. "I was bad to Sophie. Lunch is on me today." Once she showed weakness, the guys forgave her on my behalf. At the restaurant, she ordered a feast. Ethan peeled shrimp for me. Chloe watched with envy. She cleared her throat. "Ethan, how did you meet Sophie?" Ethan was confused but answered. "Someone was following her at night. I stepped in." Chloe nodded, smiling. "I thought billionaire heiresses had drivers and bodyguards. Or at least didn't walk alone at night." Jason clicked his tongue, missing the point. Until she pulled out a photo. The table went silent. It was a blurry photo of my wallpaper. Jason, who wanted to defend me, went pale. "Sophie, funny thing. We all know the person on your wallpaper. Her name is very similar to yours." "Sarah Song. If she hadn't... had that incident, you wouldn't be Ethan's girlfriend." "What's your relationship with her?" I looked surprised, then sighed. "I didn't think you'd know." Everyone looked wary. "She's a painter I really like. She committed suicide after being cyberbullied for... a scandalous private life. But her art was beautiful." "I missed her, so I used her photo." "Chloe, are you a fan too?" The tension broke. Everyone exhaled. Chloe froze. Her triumphant look shattered. "Sophie Song, stop acting! I checked! You aren't the Song heiress!" Chloe threw documents on the table. "The Song family only has one son." "You didn't know this restaurant is next to the Song Corp building, did you?" "If you were really the heiress, the staff would know you!" "And that car? It's a rental! It's been driven by half the influencers online!" The guys looked at me in shock. Jason realized, "You didn't spend much these few days. And you do look like her..." Chloe smirked. "You're investigating Sarah, aren't you? Dare to confront the Song Group with me?" My eyes widened in fear. Ethan felt a chill. I was dragged to the Song Group lobby. Chloe pinched my chin, slamming my face onto the cold stone desk. "Do you know her?" The receptionists shook their heads instantly. Chloe slapped me hard. "Bitch! Daring to play me!" Blood trickled from my mouth. I trembled, "I'm not the Song heiress..." My next sentence froze her blood. The guys holding me let go in terror. "But I am the CEO's sister." Footsteps approached. The lobby went silent. A man stormed toward us. "Mr. Song!" the staff chorused. Lucas Song pulled me into his arms. "Sophie, are you okay?" His pupils constricted. "Your face..." I buried my head in his chest. "Brother..." Hearing him answer, the group knew they were screwed. Chloe stammered, "Mr. Song, you're mistaken. How could she..." "Shut up!"
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