The True Heiress's Return

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As soon as Shakira sat down, she opened her textbook and began to read. After a flurry of noise and conversation, someone plopped down beside her.

Glancing over at Xanthe, who had moved across the room, Shakira maintained her usual calm demeanor. "You really love Yvette, but if she set you up to take the blame, are you really willing to be her lapdog and come after me?" Xanthe bared her teeth, ready for a fight. "I'm itching to bite someone, but it's those two backstabbing brats who pushed me into this mess!" Shakira raised an eyebrow. "Then go ahead. Why are you here bothering me?" "Come on, Shakira! You can't stand Yvette and Berry, right?" "Xanthe's eyes sparkled with desperation as she seemed eager for some kind of validation. That "can't" was used just right. Shakira wasn't interested in getting tangled up in their "best friends" drama. She looked up and met Xanthe's intense gaze. "You know what? I can't stand you either." Xanthe froz froze. her expression morphing into one of pure embarrassment. Recalling the times when Yvette had subtly manipulated her into thinking Shakira was her greatest enemy, she felt a simmering rage. She had wanted nothing more than to tear Shakira apart. Countless times, she led the she led the charge against Shakira, while everyone assumed she was just being impulsive and foolish. Meanwhile, Yvette played the pity card, hiding behind a facade of vulnerability, crying just enough to gain sympathy from everyone. That's how things escalated to this point-Shakira always came out on top, while Xanthe was painted as the bitter one, attempting to retaliate against Shakira, while the true instigator, Yvette, conveniently absconded unscathed, keeping her sweet and innocent image intact. The more she the tighter Xanthe's fists clenched, her anger bubbling just below the surface. She knew she was being shameless by even coming to find Shakira... She thought, 'But honestly, who else could I turn to?" With her head Xanthe fell silent. But she didn't give up. All day long, she shadowed Shakira-wherever Shakira went, Xanthe followed. Even when Shakira went to the bathroom, she didn't let up. Xanthe stubbornly declared, "I have everything that you have, and even more than what you don't. So why would you be scared of me?"

She down.

Shakira was speechless.

When they finally made it to the canteen, Shakira managed to find a solitary corner table. But just as she settled in another unwanted presence joined her. Mitchell casually shooed away the student occupying the seat, claiming three spots in total to sit down, and Xanthe quickly seized her chance to sit beside him. The two exchanged glances after a brief moment. Mitchell's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "How long are you going to follow Shakira around?" Xanthe, now full of disdain for Yvette, said, "Mr. Nelson, eat less! Your sister's over there!" She pointed to Yvette, who was seated diagonally across the room. Mitchell shot back sarcastically, "Xanthe, you're really something, aren't you? I'm wondering how Shakira upset you so much that you're fixated on her." Xanthe laughed derisively. "Oh, come on, Mitchell! It's hilarious that just the other day you were all about Yvette, and now

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Shakira instead. What's wrong? Did you finally see

Mitchell

"Ugh! Xanthe, you keep targeting Shakira with your petty tricks and slanderous tactics. Now you want to act all. noble?

kidney to your precious sister; let's not pretend to be the moral compass here. You're such a disgusting act!" Mitchell was fuming. "Shut your

you're the dumbest

other. She found it amusing. She suddenly seemed a lot more appetizing. Maybe she could even eat more. Not far away, Yvette was watching Mitchell and

Shakira to get back at us?" Berry asked, worry creeping into her

be treated as special, the idea of losing that status was

she was just waiting for the right opportunity. Now that she was climbing up the social ladder, she was more relentless than Yvette had ever imagined. "Relax," Yvette said dismissively. "Xanthe can't make waves

parents always told me to be nice to her because of her family. But now, I've got

was your first date with Mr. Lopez last

whole revolving restaurant! Just the two of us had dinner together. I

felt a twinge of jealousy stirs inside her. She thought, 'Even though Joe and I were considered a model couple, how could the Ortiz family compare to the prestigious