The Girl They Called Trash Turned Out to Be a Heiress

Thanks to the class monitor’s organization, I decided to attend our high school reunion. It had been years since I saw many of these familiar faces, and just as I was reminiscing and catching up with old friends, the atmosphere shattered.

The doors burst open, and stormed Inez Hoover—rumored to be engaged to a wealthy heir—followed by a small entourage. Without a word of warning, she marched up to me and slapped me across the face in front of everyone.

"Lindsay, you bitch! How dare you seduce my fiancé?!"

Stunned, I instinctively took a step back, my hand flying to my cheek. “Are you insane? I don’t even know who your fiancé is.”

“You dare do it but won’t admit it? Fine! I’ll make sure you die knowing! My fiancé is Patrick Patton!” she snarled.

I blinked in disbelief. Patrick?

The same man who grovelled before me, clinging to his connection with my mother’s family for favors? The one who followed me around like a puppy?

That man... was her fiancé?

How ironic.

That slap you threw, Inez? You didn’t just ruin your fantasy of marrying rich. You just dragged the whole "wealthy family" down with you.

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“You finally realize your guilt, don’t you?” she sneered as I stood there, silent. “Too late for regrets!”

She turned to her lackeys. “Teach this vixen a lesson. I’ll take full responsibility. Let her see what happens when she dares steal someone else’s man!”

The group lunged forward. One yanked my hair, dragging me to the ground. A kick landed hard on my stomach, followed by punches. I curled into myself, shielding my head and torso, every blow leaving me breathless.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Only then did the others in the room come to their senses. The class monitor rushed over, trying to separate us.

“Inez, this must be a misunderstanding,” he pleaded. “We’re all classmates here. Let’s talk it out. There’s no need for violence.”

“Yeah, it’s a reunion, not a brawl. What’s so serious that it has to come to this?” others added, stepping in to deescalate.

Back in high school, I had good relationships with nearly everyone. Inez, on the other hand, always looked down on the rest of us, thinking her beauty made her untouchable. So now, when things turned ugly, the room naturally leaned in my favor.

“Huh? You’re actually defending this homewrecker?”

Jealousy flickered in Inez’s eyes. She let out a bitter laugh before tossing a stack of photos onto the table.

“Don’t be fooled just because we’re classmates. Some people specialize in playing innocent while scheming behind everyone’s backs. You think I came here without proof? Look at these. This is the vixen you’re all protecting—cozying up to my fiancé!”

In the photos, Patrick was holding an umbrella for me, opening the car door with a smile, even picking out food for me during dinner. From the angles, someone had clearly been following and photographing us secretly.

I remembered that night. I had tossed the food he offered straight into the trash—but of course, that moment wasn’t included.

Looking at those photos, I could feel the doubt spreading in the room. Even I would question my own intentions if I were seeing these for the first time.

“Still going to make excuses for her?”

Inez’s voice dripped with venom as she scanned the crowd, watching the shift in their expressions.

My classmates exchanged uneasy glances—some wanted to speak up, but one look from Inez’s piercing, furious gaze made them shrink back in silence.

Then, she turned her fire on me.

Her eyes blazed with hatred as she stepped closer.

“Lindsay, you really are something else,” she spat. “Back in high school, you were already flirting with every guy in sight. And now? You're still seducing my fiancé.”

She scoffed, voice rising with rage.

“He was supposed to accompany me to this reunion, but suddenly said he had something ‘urgent’ to handle. I never imagined that ‘urgent’ thing was sending you, you shameless vixen.”

“Inez,” I said through clenched teeth, suppressing the pain searing through my body, “you’ve misunderstood. There’s nothing going on between me and Patrick.”

I lifted my head and met her gaze.

“If you don’t believe me, then call him. Ask him yourself.”

Earlier today, I had planned to keep a low profile and ride with Uncle Ken. But Patrick insisted on driving me—especially after learning I was attending a reunion. “Maybe my girlfriend’s your classmate,” he said with a smirk.

I didn’t expect his words to be so accurate.

Because yes—his girlfriend is my high school classmate.

Worse… she’s my old nemesis.

Inez was the reigning school beauty back then. But when I transferred in during our second year, I unwittingly dethroned her. From the moment I arrived, she had it out for me. A senior she’d been pining for confessed to me in public—and though I turned him down kindly, that moment sealed her hatred.

She even tried to rally others to bully me, though none of her schemes succeeded.

“Call him?” Inez snorted in contempt. “What, so your lover can come running to save you? Dream on, slut. You think he’d turn against me, his fiancée, for someone like you? I’ll call him—but only after I’m done with you!”

“Inez, you should really call him now and clear this up,” the class monitor said urgently. “Assaulting someone is a crime.”

But Inez’s lackeys shoved him aside.

“Crime?” one of them sneered. “Our boss is the law around here. Do you nobodies even know who her fiancé is?”

“You’ll wet your pants when you hear it,” another chimed in with a smirk.

“She’s marrying into the Patton Family of Chicago next month. You dare mess with the future young madam of the Patton household? Do you even want to live in Chicago?”

The moment they mentioned the Patton Family, fear swept across the room. My classmates backed away, their faces pale, avoiding my eyes.

Even the class monitor froze, his stance crumbling under pressure. One of the thugs casually shoved him aside, and no one dared stop it.

In Chicago, the Patton Family was practically untouchable—for ordinary people, at least. Most only knew Inez was about to marry into wealth, but not that she was set to marry into the Patton family itself. To them, she had hit the ultimate jackpot.

Some of my classmates even looked tempted to cozy up to her.

But what they didn’t know—what none of them knew—was this:

The Patton Family only rose to power because of my family.

If it weren’t for our support, they’d still be buried in a forgotten corner of our hometown, living in obscurity.

I opened my mouth to explain, but they didn’t give me the chance. The moment they surrounded me, fists started flying. They beat me mercilessly, all to please Inez.

I'd never experienced such violence before. Each blow left me breathless, the pain swallowing my voice until I couldn’t even cry out.

“Pick her up,” Inez sneered as I collapsed to the ground, barely conscious.

They forced me upright, gripping my arms tightly while Inez sauntered toward me, holding a chair. Her expression was twisted with hatred.

“Lindsay, you slut,” she hissed. “Didn’t you beg my fiancé to drive you here? Since you don’t want to walk on your own, you won’t need those legs anymore.”

With that, she raised the chair high.

The people holding me tightened their grip, ensuring I couldn’t move. I stared at the chair in horror.

“Inez, think this through,” I said, terrified. “If that chair hits me, the consequences won’t just fall on you.”

“Consequences?” she laughed bitterly. “Do you think seducing my fiancé will turn you into some kind of princess? Wake up!”

The chair came crashing down.

I screamed. Agonizing pain exploded through my legs. I felt the snap before I heard it — a sickening crunch that echoed louder than my own cries.

“You’re finished, Inez,” I rasped, barely able to breathe. “You’ll never marry into the Patton Family now. Not after this. And they’ll go down with you.”

Even if I wanted to forgive them, my family wouldn’t. I was their pride, their heart. And now, I can barely move.

One thought kept pounding in my head: They’re all done for.

“You still dare to threaten me?” Inez sneered. “Do you even know what the Patton Family is in Chicago? Let me spell it out — even if I kill you today, someone will take the fall for me. Can you say the same?”

“You don’t know what my family stands for,” I gritted out.

“Your family?” She laughed cruelly. “You’re nothing but a pretty face who used that face to seduce my brother in high school, and now my fiancé? I’ll destroy that face and see who you can seduce next.”

She grabbed a steak knife from a nearby table.

My heart dropped.

“No...” I whispered, breathing quickening.

Inez walked closer, slowly, maliciously dragging the cold blade across my cheek.

“A face like this…” she murmured, “What a shame it would be to scar it forever.”

The blade grazed my skin. I shivered from the icy touch.

Then, she paused. “But I’ll give you a choice, since we were once classmates,” she said mockingly.

“Kneel in front of everyone. Beg for mercy. Admit you’re nothing but a manstealing vixen hiding behind a pure act. Do that, and I’ll let you go.”

She looked down at me, smiling wickedly.

“You’re dreaming,” I spat through the pain, hoarse but unyielding.

I am Lindsay Hines. I would never kneel — not to her, not to anyone. Especially when I’d done nothing wrong.

Inez’s expression turned icy.

“You really are stubborn. Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

“Inez… isn’t this enough already?” the class monitor asked weakly, face pale with fear.

The class meeting today was organized by the class monitor. If anything happened to me, Inez might be shielded from the consequences—but as the event’s host, he couldn’t escape responsibility.

“Class monitor, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for this little vixen and let her cloud your judgment?” Inez sneered, her voice dripping with mockery.

“NNo, of course not!” he stammered, blushing and quickly waving his hands in denial.

I took a deep breath. While the two of them were distracted, I suddenly broke free and threw myself at Inez with all the strength I had left.

“Ah!” she shrieked as I tackled her to the ground. The knife in her hand sliced across her arm, and blood began to spill.

“I’m bleeding!” she cried out in panic.

Her lackeys rushed to her side to help. Seizing the brief opening, I tried to flee. But the beating earlier had damaged my legs—badly. I managed only two stumbling steps before I collapsed again, pain shooting through my body. Her lackeys caught me instantly and dragged me back.

Inez snapped. With a crazed look in her eyes, she lunged at me, plunging the knife into my leg. I screamed as pain exploded through my body.

“Trying to run?!” she shouted, her eyes bloodshot.

My cries filled the room. Outside, curious bystanders peeked into the private box. Inez, snarling like a madwoman, glared at them and barked, “What are you staring at? Never seen a homewrecker get what she deserves?”

A few people looked ready to speak up, but one of her lackeys coolly revealed her identity—Patton Family’s future daughterinlaw. Instantly, fear silenced the onlookers, and they slipped away into nearby boxes.

Furious, Inez shouted for the door to be closed. Then she rammed the knife into my mouth, twisting it. Blood poured out—I couldn’t even scream anymore, just choke and moan in agony.

“I was only planning to teach you a lesson,” Inez hissed. “But you dared hurt me.”

Her voice turned venomous. “I’m getting married next month! If there’s a scar on my arm, do you know what that means for me? If I don’t get to enjoy my big day, then you won’t live to see another one.”

With that, she slashed the knife across my cheek.

A searing pain tore through my face, followed by a rush of blood. I whimpered, barely conscious, but she wasn’t done.

She kept cutting.

Again and again.

My face was soon a patchwork of gashes. Blood dripped into my hair, soaking it. Every breath, every twitch, sent waves of unbearable pain through me.

The room was dead silent. My classmates stared in shock and horror. Some of the girls were crying, too terrified to even look.

The class monitor, pale and shaking, finally spoke.

“Inez… Isn’t that enough?”

“Enough?” Inez gave a twisted smile. “We’re just getting started.”

She turned to the monitor with cruel amusement. “You seem so protective of this little tramp. Let’s give you a chance to really enjoy her.”

The monitor stiffened. “What… what do you mean?”

Inez chuckled darkly. “Her face is a mess now, but that body? Still good. And if she keeps her eyes shut, maybe you won’t even feel guilty.”

She turned back to me with a malicious grin. “Since you want to act pure in front of our classmates and seduce men behind our backs… let's strip away that fake innocence.”

Then, looking at the monitor again, she jeered, “Well? You wanted to be her hero. Why don’t you take off the first piece of clothing?”

“Ah! No—this is illegal!”

The class monitor’s expression twisted in horror.

Inez’s eyes narrowed with contempt, her voice laced with mockery.

“What, scared of breaking the law but not afraid of crossing the Patton Family?”

She stepped forward, her tone turning icecold.

“If you don’t strip her now, I promise you won’t survive in Chicago—not even in this tiny corner of land.”

The monitor’s face went pale.

Inez scanned the room, addressing the rest of our former classmates.

“Don’t say I never gave you a chance. Strip just one piece of her clothing, and I’ll give you a job in the Patton Corporation.”

Her eyes locked onto the monitor.

“You start.”

He shook his head frantically, trembling in place.

“You’d better think this through,” Inez said coldly. “Refuse, and you’re choosing to be my enemy.”

“I…”

His voice faltered. Slowly, he stepped toward me.

Fear surged through me. I shook my head with all my strength, ignoring the pain from my wounds.

“I’m sorry, Lindsay.”

He closed his eyes—and ripped off my coat.

Inez burst into laughter.

“This little vixen didn’t wear much to begin with. What are the rest of you waiting for?”

One of my classmates stepped forward, hesitant.

“Inez… if I do it, will I really get a job?”

“I never go back on my word,” she sneered.

“Alright.”

He inhaled sharply, then yanked off another layer of my clothing.

That was all it took—the rest rushed over like vultures.

I fought, desperately trying to protect myself, but I couldn’t resist so many of them.

In no time, they had stripped me completely.

Their gazes were different now—cold, twisted, filled with lust.

Some swallowed hard. In high school, I was the girl they could never touch—the unreachable one.

Now, I was bare before them, and it lit a fire in their eyes.

“Lindsay,” Inez said, towering over me, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“This is what you get for seducing my fiancé.”

She leaned down, whispering venom into my ear.

“Remember how you humiliated me back in high school?”

“I swore I’d make you suffer double what I did.”

Her laugh was sharp and cruel.

“So many eyes on you right now—what, you’re not enjoying it?”

I glared back with eyes like burning coals. Every inch of my body trembled—not with fear, but rage.

In school, she was the one who started everything. I ignored her petty jealousy, yet she never let go of her hatred.

Now I regret ever sparing her.

Back then, she spread false rumors, doctored photos, and sent them to the education office in a desperate attempt to ruin me. It stirred up a scandal—until I exposed her.

I showed up with the school officials. Inez had fallen to her knees, sobbing, slapping her own face, begging for mercy. She claimed hardship, cried about her family’s struggles.

She had only done that shameless thing out of a moment of confusion—at least, that’s what she claimed. She swore she’d never do it again.

To prove her sincerity, she said she’d strip and take photos of herself.

Before I could even respond, she began removing her clothes one by one.

Disgusted, I told her to get out.

The scandal she caused didn’t gain much traction. Those in power knew who I was, and none of them dared to spread the photo any further. I didn’t take it seriously.

What I didn’t expect was that after I let her off, she turned around and stabbed me in the back. Instead of gratitude, she twisted the story and pinned everything on me.

“Disgusting!” I spat a mouthful of bloody foam at her smug face.

“You dare spit on me?”

Inez reeled in shock for a second, then her expression contorted into pure rage. Like a lunatic, she kicked my already wounded face with all her strength.

Pain exploded in my skull—I nearly passed out.

“Didn’t all of you use to drool over this little vixen?” she shouted hysterically. “Now’s your chance. Do whatever you want with her!”

Her voice rose with madness.

“I’ll pay $15,000 to anyone who dares touch her!”

One hundred thousand.

That number made several heads snap up.

One of our classmates—a greasy, sleazy guy—began walking toward me with a sick look in his eyes. Others followed, emboldened by the promise of money.

Soon, I was surrounded by a pack of men.

I had no strength left. Escape felt impossible.

The sleazy one reached out, his hands filthy and shaking with anticipation.

I shut my eyes, my body trembling in despair.

And then—BANG!

The door to the room slammed open.

“What are you doing?!”

The men around me jumped back like startled animals. I opened my eyes, heart pounding—and saw a familiar face.