I Found Out I Was the Real Daughter Before the SAT So I Tanked It Chapter 12

I Found Out I Was the Real Daughter Before the SAT So I Tanked It Chapter 12

Four years later.

I was a three-time X Games skateboarding champion.

Everyone in the scene called me “AN,” and there wasn’t a person who didn’t know the name.

The brand I founded, AN, was the best-selling brand in the global skateboarding world

From decks to bearings, from pro-level competition gear to street-skating culture, it covered every

category.

The cover of Forbes read, “How the Queen of Skateboarding Built a Billion-Dollar Empire.”

The truth was, I had lied to them back then.

Of course I was going to school. I had known that since I was little.

While they were obsessing over Harvard, I had already set my sights across the Atlantic.

National competition awards, research papers, extracurriculars every single one had been something I stayed up late preparing throughout high school.

They never knew.

As for tuition?

The guilt money they had given me was more than enough.

Skateboarding was my freedom, but it was never my fallback plan.

Before I graduated from the University of Oxford with first-class honors, I had already become a three-time X Games skateboarding champion.

When I was eight, a coach had already spotted my talent.

I was the kind of person who could stand on a world-class stage without my legs going weak.

I had been young then, but I knew what I was good at and what I loved.

Back then, little me had seemed uninterested in studying, but the truth was, I only thought those problems were too easy and didn’t want to write them out.

I hadn’t found my way back.

i had never been lost.

The comic I created in my spare time, I Was Never the Fake Heiress, was translated into thirty

languages.

The documentary Four Hundred was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Documentary

Short.

I heard that when Mom saw me accepting an award on TV, she cried so hard she had to be taken to

the ER.

They called me countless times, and I didn’t answer once.

As for Willa, after graduating from community college, she couldn’t make anything of herself. Somehow, she found Landon’s address in London and flew over to look for him.

She stood beneath his apartment building, crying so beautifully that anyone else might have pitied her. “Landon, we grew up together. Do you really not feel anything for me at all?”

Landon was not the type to drag things out. He took out his phone and called the police.

Willa was deported back home.

Later, I heard she married in a small town back in the States. Her husband was an auto mechanic.

After Landon finished grad school, he joined a top investment bank in London.

We lived in the same city, and he drove me to work every day.

One day, he was cooking in the kitchen while I sat at the counter drinking red wine.

“How about I move in?” he asked without turning around, though the tips of his ears had gone red

again.

A year later, I received a legal demand letter from back in the States.

Mom and Dad had sued me, demanding that I support them financially.

I knew they were trying to force me to respond.

Over the years, because Nolan Group had no capable heir, and because Mom and Dad were getting older, their competitors had eaten away at their market share step by step. The stock price had fallen by nearly half.

Everyone in their circle was laughing at them, saying they had raised the fake heiress and chased off the golden child.

Now they remembered me?

I held a global livestreamed press conference.

In front of the camera, I stacked a thick pile of documents neatly on the table.

“This is all the evidence showing that Richard Nolan and Claire Nolan fabricated a parentage lie, invented the so-called real-and-fake-heiress story, and enabled Willa Nolan to bully me for ten

years.”

“These are police reports, medical evaluations, and school investigation letters. This is the recording of them telling me back then, ‘You’re not our biological daughter. If you don’t behave, we’ll send you back to that rural backwater.’”

The live comments exploded.

“I’ve paid them back five million dollars. Here is the transfer receipt.”

I held the bank receipt up to the camera. “From today forward, I am cutting all ties with Richard Nolan and Claire Nolan. Legally, they are my biological parents, but when I was eight, they turned me into the ‘fake heiress’ with their own hands. I don’t want that identity anymore.”

I stood and smiled at the camera. “I don’t forgive them. And I’m not going back.”

On the day of the press conference, Dad’s condition worsened, and he was sent to the ICU.

Mom smashed things in his hospital room while watching the broadcast on TV.

I didn’t go see him.

A month later, Landon and I got legally married.

I posted on Instagram: a photo of our marriage license with the caption, [AN & LZ]

The post received countless likes.

Someone asked in the comments, [Do your parents back in the States know?]

I replied with one word: [Who?]