Supreme Heiress

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I was just chilling at Eclipse, the karaoke lounge my dad owns, when a classmate of mine, Tiffany, spotted me and insisted I sing a duet with her.
I tried to get out of it, but she was relentless, so I ended up singing half a chorus.
The next day, I got a text from her. [Hey babe, you need to chip in for last night.]
[I won't even ask for half. Just Venmo me $500, and we'll call it even.]
My head spun. I had specifically told the front desk to give her a discount on her bill. After the discount, her total was only $40.
Where did she get the nerve to ask me for $500?
I figured she must have texted the wrong person, so I just ignored it.
A second later, my phone rang. It was her. "Maya Sterling! Are you serious?" she shrieked. "You're trying to skip out on a $500 tab?"
"If you're that broke, maybe you shouldn't be mooching off people at karaoke bars!"
"If you don't pay me by the end of the day, I'm posting your freeloading, shameless face all over the campus gossip page!"
I had to laugh.
Go ahead. I couldn't wait to see who would be the one humiliated in the end.
I didn't bother arguing with Tiffany; I just hung up. The moment the screen went dark, I knew she was going to pull something.
Sure enough, half an hour later, the campus page exploded.
Tiffany had posted our entire chat history, along with a long, passive-aggressive rant: [Some people see me with food or drinks and just have to get a piece of it, and I usually let it slide!]
[But this time, she crashed the luxury suite I booked and hogged the mic all night long!]
[Her singing was so bad I should have charged her for emotional damages, but now she won't even split the bill.]
The final image was a photo of me getting into my dad's car.
She had added a special caption: [Wow, that old guy looks pretty loaded. You'd think he'd be willing to spend a little more on his sugar baby, right?]
[Guess not, if she can't even afford to chip in $500.]
She had carefully cropped her own profile picture out of the screenshots, but mine was on full display for everyone to see.
The next moment, someone shoved me from behind, followed by a chorus of jeers. "Hey, isn't that you on the gossip page?"
"Maya, you always seemed so quiet. I can't believe you'd pull something like this."
"So, she's a sugar baby? No wonder she's always acting so high and mighty."
"Business must have been slow that night if you had to crash a client's private room."
"Pay up, you cheap deadbeat!"
Whispers spread through the classroom like a disease.
I put down my book and rubbed my temples. "I've already screenshotted the posts for my records. Tell Tiffany to expect a letter from my lawyer."
This was too petty to waste my breath on a long-winded defense.
Just as I said that, Tiffany pushed her way through the crowd.
She snorted, pulling out her phone and swiping aggressively. "A lawyer? Who are you trying to scare?"
"Go ahead and take your screenshots. I've got video."
"What's the matter? Need that $500 for food? If you can't afford it, don't mooch."
Suddenly, several notifications popped up in the class group chat. Someone behind me opened one. It was a video of me singing.
She'd filmed me from the most unflattering angle possible and distorted the audio to make me sound like a screeching banshee.
Her roommates, Jessica and Emily, stepped out from behind her, their faces masks of righteous indignation. "There's no use denying it, Maya. We were there too."
"The three of us couldn't get a single song in. You hogged the mic the entire time."
They both let out a little snicker. "You guys have no idea. Her breath was so bad, the microphone smelled after she used it. Who would want to sing after that?"
"We were all supposed to go pay the bill together at the end, but she just ditched us and jumped into some old man's car."
"Yeah, she's all friendly when she wants to use you, but when it's time to pay up, she plays dead. So pathetic."
They were there? But I distinctly remembered being in the room with Tiffany and Tiffany alone.
They ignored my questioning look and kept piling on, one after the other. The way my classmates were looking at me turned from curiosity to contempt.
"There's photos and video. If she still denies it, she's got some serious nerve."
"LOL, no wonder I smelled something weird when I walked in. It's her breath!"
"If she can handle old guys, I guess bad breath is nothing. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me sick."
I was so angry I could only laugh. This had gone way beyond simple slander.
I looked up at Tiffany's smug face, my voice turning to ice. "The total for your room was $40. You dragged me in to sing half a song with you, and now you want me to pay you $500?"
"Tiffany, why don't you just ask me to wire you the money directly?"
The smile froze on her face. She clearly hadn't expected me to know the exact amount of her bill. But she recovered quickly, her voice rising an octave. "What $40? It was $2,000!"
"That's the most luxurious suite in the entire place! I had to book it weeks in advance! I'm already giving you a huge discount asking for only $500!"
Jessica and Emily nodded furiously.
"Exactly! If Tiffany wasn't so nice, you never would have even stepped foot in a VIP suite like that!"
"She's being more than fair with you. Anyone else would have lost it by now."
I clapped my hands slowly. "Is that so? Then please, Miss High-and-Mighty, show me the receipt. Let's see if it was $40 or $2,000. A receipt doesn't lie, right?"
The color drained from Tiffany's face.
She jutted out her chin, her voice shrill. "If you don't want to pay, just say so! You don't have to question my spending habits! Unlike some people, I don't have to sell my body to make a living!"
When slander failed, she moved on to outright lies. Did she have any idea that my dad's lounge had security cameras everywhere?
I was about to fire back when a male voice cut in from the classroom door. "Sell your body?"
It was Ryan, the guy I had just recently started dating.
I rushed over, wanting to tell him to just ignore Tiffany and her drama. But as I reached for him, he flinched back, dodging my touch as if I were contaminated. "Maya, that guy in the picture is old enough to be your father. How can you be so disgusting?"
The classroom fell dead silent. Everyone was staring at us.
I felt the blood rush to my head, a roaring in my ears. What was he saying?
Before I could react, Tiffany sidled up to him, wrapping her arms around his. "Ryan, sweetie, it's better you found out now. You wouldn't want to catch some nasty disease and only find out later. That would be a real tragedy."
I stared at Ryan, searching his eyes for a single shred of trust. But he just let Tiffany cling to him, his expression filled with nothing but disgust. He was the one who had chased me for half a semester. How could he be like this now?
Seeing my silence, Tiffany leaned her head on Ryan's shoulder, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Aren't you going to tell her, Ryan? Or are you going to let her keep thinking you actually like her? What if she gets obsessed?"
Jessica suddenly burst out laughing, covering her mouth. "I can't hold it in anymore!"
"Ryan was playing Truth or Dare with us, and he lost. His dare was to ask you out. If he succeeded, Tiffany promised she'd go out with him!"
"Hahaha, and you thought you were so special! The whole time, he was just doing it to get with Tiffany!"
Ryan smirked, wrapping an arm around Tiffany's waist. His tone was dripping with contempt. "Tiffany's handbag costs more than you live on for an entire year. Did you really think I'd be interested in a broke, cheap deadbeat who skips out on a $500 bill?"
So that's how it was.
I let go of the last shred of hope and let out a cold, sharp laugh. "Fine by me. I'm not the kind of person who fights with a dog over a piece of trash."
"What did you say?!" Tiffany raised her hand to slap me. "You're really asking for it!"
But I sidestepped, and her hand slapped empty air. I snatched the designer bag from her grasp. "Don't make me laugh," I said slowly. "You think my fifty-thousand-a-year allowance isn't enough to afford this... cheap, obvious knockoff?"
The classroom was silent for a beat.
Then Tiffany shrieked, "Knockoff? I flew to Paris to buy this bag myself!"
The others chimed in. "You're just jealous! Tiffany comes from a rich family, she would never use a fake!"
"Exactly! I saw her get dropped off in an extended Lincoln on the first day of school!"
"Fifty-thousand-a-year allowance? You might as well claim you're the Queen of England!"
"Just stop talking and pay the money!"
Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Look, $500 is nothing to me. But I can't stand two-faced bitches like you who can't own up to what they've done."
She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a threatening whisper. "If you don't want to be the campus pariah for the next three years, you'll transfer me the money right now."
So, after all that, it was still about shaking me down for $500. A person like this was a 'rich heiress'?
I smiled and pulled my phone from my pocket.
Tiffany's eyes lit up, thinking I was about to pay her.
Instead, in front of everyone, I dialed my dad. "Dad, can you send me the security footage from Room K709 at Eclipse last night?"
My dad's worried voice came through my earbuds. "Maya, honey, what's wrong?"
Before I could answer, Tiffany snatched my phone. "Who are you trying to fool? Even if you're a call girl there, you don't have the authority to access security footage!"
"You're just trying to stall for time so you don't have to pay!"
"What?!" My dad's voice was pure rage in my ear. "She called you a what? A call girl?!"
"That is unacceptable! Maya, you just wait. I'm on my way."
Hearing that my dad was coming gave me a surge of relief. I sat back down and smiled. "You're only this bold because you think I can't get the footage, right?"
"Bold?" Tiffany pulled Jessica and Emily forward. "The three of us saw you leave with that old man!"
She zoomed in on the photo of me getting into my dad's car. She pointed at the distorted, out-of-focus image. "Look! They're all over each other! They couldn't even wait to get out of the car. I can only imagine what they get up to in private!"
Seeing the picture, Ryan made a sound of disgust. "Thank god I never touched you. Who knows what kind of diseases I would have caught."
Suddenly, I felt several pairs of hands grope me from behind.
I spun around, horrified. "What are you doing?!"
A few of the male students smirked lecherously. "What's the problem? We're young and hot. If you can let some old geezer touch you, what's wrong with us having a little fun?"
Some of the girls in the class looked uncomfortable and started to speak up, but a single glare from Tiffany shut them down. "What if it was your dad she was sleeping with? Would you still feel sorry for her then? Women like her destroy families!"
At that, the girls looked away, deciding to stay out of it.
I couldn't believe it. This was a prestigious university I had worked my ass off to get into. How could the students be like this?
I took a deep breath and pointed at the man in the photo. "He's my father! If you say one more word or touch me again, I'm calling the cops!"
They looked at each other, then burst out laughing. "Did you hear that? She admits it! She's got 'daddies' all over the place!"
"I wonder who tomorrow's 'daddy' will be!"
"That's hilarious. What kind of decent father meets his daughter in a karaoke bar and gets that close to her?"
"Exactly! Even if you call the cops, they're more likely to arrest the hooker than the johns!"
One of them waggled his phone at me. "Looks like business is slow outside. You could always work the campus circuit. Tell us, what are your rates? Is $50 enough for a quickie?"
"Do the math. Ten guys and you can pay Tiffany back. It's a good deal!"
Ryan watched the group of greasy guys surround me and just laughed. "Oh, stop pretending to be so pure, Maya. I know you're loving the attention. No wonder you tried to get drunk and come back to my dorm that one time. You really love your work, don't you?"
He sneered. "Service all the guys in this class and you could probably afford a decent knockoff bag of your own."
He pulled out his phone and aimed it at me. "And if you're still short on cash, I can film it and auction the video online. I'll even give you a cut. See? I'm such a great ex-boyfriend."
He grinned, a vile, predatory expression.
A wave of nausea washed over me. Without thinking, I slapped him hard across the face. "You are disgusting, Ryan!"
The second my hand made contact, Tiffany grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "How dare you hit Ryan!"
"I was going to let the $500 slide, but not anymore! You're going to pay me back, right now!"
She reached for my shirt. "I don't care if you have to strip or have a gangbang with every guy in this room! You are paying me that money today! And then you're going to get on your knees and apologize to Ryan in front of everyone!"
The others didn't try to stop her. Instead, they used the chaos as an excuse to grope me again.
Panic set in. I grabbed my phone, which she had thrown on the desk. I saw that my dad had just sent me several video files and photos. But before I could open them, Tiffany snatched the phone again, threw it on the floor, and stomped on it until the screen shattered. "Thinking of calling another one of your daddies to save you? Too late!"
The next second, the classroom door was kicked open. A group of men stormed in. The large projector screen at the front of the room flickered to life.
On it, two naked bodies were tangled together on a karaoke lounge sofa. It was Tiffany and Ryan.
"Ryan, sweetie," Tiffany's voice cooed from the speakers. "Whose body is better? Mine, or Maya's?"

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