The Senator’s Daughter Is Now the CEO They Need Chapter 02

The Senator’s Daughter Is Now the CEO They Need Chapter 02

The desk lamp cast a bright circle over the open LSAT practice test.

I held my pen, but my mind drifted.

I remembered my first day in the Davis house.

Even then, I knew I didn’t belong.

I was wearing a threadbare coat from a discount store and dusty sneakers. When I stepped onto the gleaming marble floor, I didn’t know what to do with my hands.

Olivia was standing on the other side of the living room.

She was wearing a bespoke dress, and Julian stood beside her, watching me as if I were a threat.

Back then, I couldn’t understand it.

Biologically, I was the Davis child.

She was the adopted one.

But standing in that living room, I was the one who looked like an intruder.

At least, that was how the Davises saw me.

Olivia had almost no flaws. She was beautiful, charming, socially polished, and a darling of the Washington circuit.

Every time we took family photos, every time a reporter came for an interview, my mother, Catherine, would instinctively pull Olivia to her side, placing her in the most prominent position.

Who wouldn’t love a child like that?

She burnished the family’s reputation.

They were delighted when she was praised at charity galas, pleased when she charmed some congressman’s son, and even threw a party when a society magazine mentioned her name.

As for me, the quiet, socially awkward biological daughter, I was practically invisible.

I understood quickly that I couldn’t compete with Olivia.

We had grown up in completely different worlds. The resources at our disposal were galaxies apart.

I didn’t have her social graces.

All I had were my grades.

So I poured every ounce of my energy into studying.

During that time, I slept only three hours a night. I had one goal: a top-tier law school.

Later, I won first place in a statewide mock trial competition.

It was the first time I had ever beaten Olivia at anything.

That day, I went home clutching my certificate, my palms slick with sweat. I thought my father would be proud. I thought my mother would finally see me.

What I got wasn’t praise.

It was punishment.

All because at dinner, Olivia tilted her head and said, in that endlessly innocent voice of hers:

“Chloe is so brilliant. She hasn’t been at school long, and she already won the championship. But… I think I saw a similar argument for that case online. Did she happen to reference someone else’s work?”

One sentence was all it took.

They didn’t even bother to investigate. They just decided I’d cheated. That I had brought shame on the family.

My father, Senator Davis, reprimanded me in the harshest tone I had ever heard.

“The Davis family will not tolerate a child with a character deficit.”

My mother, Catherine, held Olivia, who had supposedly “misspoken,” and looked at me with pure disappointment.

That was the first time they sent me away.

Under the guise of a “character evaluation,” they sent me back to the temporary housing arranged by the surrogacy agency.

The reason was academic misconduct.

After I returned to the Davis house the second time, I learned to keep my head down.

Until a political fundraising dinner for my father, when Olivia falsely accused me of leaking the guest list to the opposition’s media.

This time, I had proof.

Email timestamps. Login IP addresses. Everything proved my innocence.

I thought that would finally be enough.

At least I wouldn’t have to be the family scapegoat again.

But after the dinner, my father summoned me to his study.

He rubbed his brow. His first words were:

“Do you have any idea how bad you made this family look tonight?”

I looked at him, completely lost.

“Even if Olivia misunderstood you,” he said, “you could have handled it privately. Why did you have to make a scene in front of our guests?”

“But she did it on purpose,” I said, my voice starting to shake.

At that moment, my mother walked in.

She looked at me as if I were a hopelessly unruly child.

“Chloe, why must you always antagonize Olivia? Couldn’t you have been the mature one for once and handled this quietly?”

I asked her, “So I was just supposed to stand there and let everyone think I was a leaker?”

They both stared at me.

No guilt. No pity.

Just that look that said, *Why don’t you get it yet?*

And so I was sent away a second time.

They shipped me off to a remote boarding school.

The official reason was my failure to cooperate with the family’s public image.