Jeremy’s friend had been sued for emotional fraud by a wealthy second-generation heir. He tried to defend his friend, but during the mediation, he lost control of his emotions, making the situation worse. Concerned for Jeremy’s career, I did some digging and discovered that the plaintiff—the rich second-generation man—was actually a close friend of my brother.
So, I went to ask my brother if he could intervene and settle the matter quietly. But little did I know, Heather had filmed the whole encounter and was now using it as “evidence” to smear my name.
But why had she been at the firm that day? Could it be that Jeremy’s friend was connected to her somehow? Just as my thoughts were racing, Heather’s arrogant voice snapped me back to reality.
"Miley, does this look like proof that you seduced the boss and cheated on Jeremy?"
Her voice dripped with triumph as she added, “Right now, in front of all of us, kneel down and apologize! Then disappear as far as you can. Otherwise, as Jeremy's best friend, I won’t be so polite!”
I stared at her animated expression, my eyes narrowing.
"Heather, that’s my real brother," I declared, my voice steady despite the chaos around us. "You’ve tarnished my reputation with your lies, and I want you to apologize!"
For a moment, Heather looked taken aback, but then she erupted into a sharp, mocking laugh.
"Love brother?" she scoffed, her laughter fading as her eyes filled with malice. "Bah! Being a 'call girl' is disgusting and shameless!"
Jeremy’s friends echoed her sentiments, their faces twisted in disdain.
"What a joke! Love brother? It’s clear she’s been in the game too long; her words are dripping with seduction."
Another chimed in, "Jeremy said she was his first love? I can’t believe he was fooled so badly."
"It’s not that I look down on those in the fruit plate scene," I retorted, struggling to keep my composure, "but the issue here is that one side deceived my Jeremy into a relationship, while the other side is hooking up with the boss. Who can just stand by and swallow that?"
My brother and I may not look alike—despite being close in age, he carries himself like a boss, dressed in sharp suits that make him appear years older. I never imagined that this difference would fuel their distrust in me.