She Took Over My Perfect Life To Get Revenge, Only To Be Trapped In My Hell Chapter 09

She Took Over My Perfect Life To Get Revenge, Only To Be Trapped In My Hell Chapter 09

With that, every eye in the room turned to me.

Maya stared at me too, panic and malice flashing in her eyes.

She couldn’t play the piano.

But she knew I could.

When I was a child, I’d practiced six hours a day just to perform one piece at a Wainwright family

gala.

Whenever my fingertips cracked and bled, my mother had a doctor patch them up so I could keep

playing.

Even a 102–degree fever wasn’t enough to make her let me stop.

One comment from Mrs. Wainwright about my playing being “too rough” could earn me an entire

night of punishment from my mother.

I used to do everything I could to please them because I had no choice.

But now?

I stared at that familiar piano and felt sick.

“Sorry. I can’t play.”

The room went silent.

Maya froze for a second, then realized she’d found something to use against me.

“You can’t?” She couldn’t help laughing.

“You put on quite a show at school earlier. What happened? Getting cold feet now?”

Several of the young women nearby looked at me with disdain.

“Figures. She’s from a poor family.”

“Pretty face, empty head.”

“Mrs. Wainwright gave her a chance to show off, and she doesn’t even have the sense to take it.”

I set my glass back on the server’s tray.

“That’s right. I can’t play.

“So I’ll leave this chance to impress everyone to Ms. Voss.”

The smile on Maya’s face instantly froze.

Mrs. Wainwright turned to her.

“Seraphina, you play then.”

“I…” Her face went pale as her fingers clenched around her skirt.

“I’m not feeling well today.”

My mother immediately frowned.

“It’s one piece. Is it going to kill you?”

“Mrs. Wainwright wants to hear you play. You should be honored.”

Maya looked at me as if begging for help.

She probably thought I’d step in to save her just to prove myself.

Instead, I grabbed my purse and walked out.

My mother called after me.

“Ms. Hart, the gala isn’t over. Where are you going?”

I didn’t stop. “Home.”

“I don’t care about your galas, your engagement, or your precious high–society rules.”

A collective gasp rose behind me.

To them, just stepping through the Voss doors was a privilege most people could only dream of.

To me, this place had never been heaven.

Just a hell with nicer wallpaper.

The doors closed behind me.

Faintly, I caught a piercing wrong note from the piano.

Then came my mother’s low, furious voice.

“Seraphina, how could you forget your best piece?”

I smiled and kept walking.

The first test of being the Voss heiress had already started breaking her.

Next came the test three days later.

That was my turf.

On test day, I got to the classroom half an hour early.

The room had been loud, but the moment everyone saw me, the chatter died down.

Troy ducked his head and avoided my eyes.

The students who’d mocked me in the group chat all summer suddenly became very interested in

their textbooks.

Only Maya, wearing my face, sat in the front row.

Her desk was piled with study materials, but the dark circles under her eyes gave her away.

The moment she saw me, she hugged her books to her chest.

As if she was afraid I’d peek at her notes.

I took a seat in the back and had just pulled out my pen when my phone buzzed.

[You’d better do this honestly.]

[Remember, “Maya” failed four classes last semester.]

[Suddenly scoring high? The professors will investigate.]

I looked up at her.

She was already staring back at me, her eyes full of warning.

I smiled and typed back.

[Good luck to you too.]

[After all, “Seraphina” was the top student last semester.]

Her face stiffened, and she whipped back around.

A moment later, the proctor walked in carrying the exams.

“Phones off. All study materials away.‘

“The entire test’s recorded. Anyone caught cheating gets a zero.”

At that, Maya’s shoulders trembled.

When the papers were handed out, I only needed one glance.

Corporate finance, financial management, statistical analysis, and finally a business case modeling

problem.

The questions were brutal.

Soon, sighs and groans filled the classroom.

Maya chewed on her pen. Twenty minutes on the first page, and she hadn’t written down a single

formula.

I started answering.

I worked straight through from the first question to the last without stopping.

Two hours later, I handed in my exam early.

As I passed the front row, Maya suddenly looked up.

Her eyes went wide at my answer sheet, filled from top to bottom.

Three days later, the results went up.

Maya insisted on rechecking our score. I agreed.

Our department administrator pulled up the official results and displayed both of our scores on the

screen.

Everyone watched as the results were confirmed.

The room went dead silent.

First place, Maya.

And the former top student, Seraphina?

Third from the bottom.