Unmasking Her Deceit, Reclaiming My Life

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I was the orphan the wealthy Sampson family raised as their own. For twenty years, their house was my home, and their son, Brock, was my brother and best friend. My life was perfect, safe, and filled with love. Then Brock brought home Fiona. She was beautiful, charming, and immediately saw me as a rival to be eliminated. She started a war of whispers, calling me a freeloader with an incestuous obsession, a parasite on their fortune. When she deliberately shattered the only locket I had of my dead parents, Brock defended her. "You're acting like a spoiled brat," he told me. My own brother, my protector, chose a manipulative stranger over me, believing her poison. The family that had saved me was being torn apart from the inside. At my graduation party, Fiona cornered me, promising to publicly toast to my "sick obsession" and ruin my family's name. She thought I would crumble. But as she took the stage, I calmly walked over to my father's chief of staff. "Let her speak," I said. "And have security ready."

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Chapter 10

10-23 21:41

Chapter 1

Then Brock brought home Fiona. She was beautiful, charming, and immediately saw me as a rival to be eliminated.

She started a war of whispers, calling me a freeloader with an incestuous obsession, a parasite on their fortune.

When she deliberately shattered the only locket I had of my dead parents, Brock defended her.

"You're acting like a spoiled brat," he told me.

My own brother, my protector, chose a manipulative stranger over me, believing her poison. The family that had saved me was being torn apart from the inside.

At my graduation party, Fiona cornered me, promising to publicly toast to my "sick obsession" and ruin my family's name. She thought I would crumble. But as she took the stage, I calmly walked over to my father's chief of staff.

"Let her speak," I said. "And have security ready."

Chapter 1

Calleigh POV:

The first time Fiona Banks, my adoptive brother' s girlfriend, called me a freeloader with an incestuous obsession, it wasn' t to my face. It was whispered with a sweet smile to a circle of her friends, just loud enough for me to hear over the clink of champagne flutes at my own graduation party. But the war didn' t start there. It started months earlier, on a quiet Sunday afternoon that smelled of Geneva' s famous lemon roast chicken and old money.

The Sampson family home in Greenwich, Connecticut, was less a house and more a sprawling testament to Kenneth Sampson' s real estate empire. It was all clean lines, glass walls, and manicured lawns that rolled down to the Long Island Sound. It was the only home I' d ever really known, and it was a good one.

"Calleigh, honey, could you grab the extra napkins from the sideboard?" Geneva Sampson, the woman who was my mother in every way that mattered, called from the dining room. Her voice was like warm honey, always soothing.

I smiled, setting down my book. "On it."

The atmosphere was light, comfortable. My father, Kenneth, was laughing with my brother, Brock, in the living room, their deep voices a familiar, comforting rumble. This was my world. Safe. Secure. Unthreatened.

Then the doorbell rang.

Brock shot up, a grin splitting his handsome face. He ran a hand through his sandy blond hair, the same shade as Kenneth' s. "That' ll be her."

I' d heard about Fiona for weeks. Brock was completely smitten. He' d described her as beautiful, charming, and smart. When he opened the door and she stepped inside, I had to admit, he wasn' t wrong.

Fiona Banks was stunning. She had hair the color of dark chocolate, big, expressive blue eyes, and a smile that could disarm armies. She was dressed in a simple but obviously expensive sundress that hugged her perfect figure.

"You must be Fiona," Geneva said, wiping her hands on her apron and stepping forward with a welcoming smile. "It' s so lovely to finally meet you. Brock hasn' t stopped talking about you."

"Mrs. Sampson, the pleasure is all mine," Fiona said, her voice smooth and practiced. "And please, call me Geneva. Your home is absolutely breathtaking."

She had them eating out of her hand in under five minutes. She complimented Kenneth on a recent article about his company in Forbes, asked Geneva for her lemon chicken recipe, and laughed at all of Brock' s jokes like he was the wittiest man on earth.

She was perfect. Too perfect.

Then, her gaze landed on me. I was standing near the fireplace, trying to blend into the scenery. Her smile didn' t falter, but something in her eyes shifted. A quick, almost imperceptible flicker of assessment. Calculation.

"And you must be...?" she asked, her head tilted prettily.

Before I could answer, Geneva wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into the fold. "This is our daughter, Calleigh."

The pride in Geneva' s voice was a physical thing, a warm blanket against the sudden chill I felt from Fiona' s stare.

"Calleigh just got accepted into Columbia' s graduate program for architecture," Kenneth added, beaming. "She' s following in her father' s footsteps."

He meant my biological father. My parents, David and Sarah, had been the Sampsons' best friends. They' d died in a car crash when I was six, and without a moment' s hesitation, Kenneth and Geneva had taken me in, raising me alongside Brock as their own.

"Oh," Fiona said. The single syllable was light, airy, but it landed with the weight of a stone. "Brock mentioned he had a sister, but I didn't realize... you' re adopted, then?"

The question hung in the air, sharp and unnecessary.

Brock shifted uncomfortably. "Fi, it' s not really-"

"It' s perfectly alright," Geneva said, her tone still warm but with a new layer of steel beneath it. "Calleigh is our daughter. Period. The circumstances of how she came to us don' t change that. She and Brock grew up together. They' re as close as any brother and sister could be."

Fiona' s smile was back, brighter than ever, but it didn' t reach her eyes. Those clear blue eyes were fixed on me, and in their depths, I saw it. Not curiosity. Not friendliness.

It was the cold, hard glint of a rival.

She glided over to Brock, linking her arm through his and pressing herself against his side. It was a clear act of possession. "Well, that' s just so sweet. It must be nice to have a big brother to look after you."

Her words were syrupy, but the insinuation was acidic.

"Calleigh looks after herself just fine," Kenneth said, his smile tightening at the edges.

Fiona let out a tinkling little laugh. "Oh, I' m sure. It' s just... you know how people talk. A beautiful girl like Calleigh, living in such close quarters with her handsome adoptive brother. It' s a bit unconventional, isn' t it?"

The air in the room went from comfortably warm to ice-cold in a single second.

Brock' s face was a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "Fiona, what are you talking about?"

Kenneth' s smile was gone completely.

Geneva stepped forward, her expression unreadable. "Fiona, I' m not sure what you mean by 'unconventional,' or what 'people' you' re referring to."

Her voice was dangerously calm.

"We are a family," Geneva stated, leaving no room for argument. "Calleigh is my daughter. Brock is my son. Any suggestion otherwise is not welcome in this house."

Fiona' s eyes widened, and she immediately pasted on a look of horrified innocence. "Oh my God, Geneva, I am so sorry! That' s not what I meant at all. I just... I' ve heard whispers, you know? Awful, jealous people talking. I was just worried for Calleigh' s reputation."

Her hand flew to her chest in a gesture of dramatic sincerity. "I can' t imagine how hard it must be, having to constantly explain your situation. I just feel for you, that' s all."

But as she looked at me, her eyes weren' t filled with sympathy. They were filled with a sharp, assessing curiosity, and a challenge.

The "whispers" she mentioned... I' d never heard them. Not once in my entire life.

My stomach twisted. It felt like a snake had just slithered into our perfect garden. This wasn't a misunderstanding. This was a test. A probe to see how strong my foundations were.

My fingers curled into a fist at my side.

I was an orphan, yes. But I was not a stray they' d picked up off the street. My parents had been family to Kenneth and Geneva long before I was born. The Sampsons had loved me my entire life, not out of pity, but out of a deep, abiding connection that spanned generations. They were the only family I had, and my love for them was fierce and absolute.

And this woman, this beautiful, smiling stranger, had walked into our home and, in less than ten minutes, tried to paint that love as something sordid and transactional.

Where had these rumors even come from?

Who would say such a thing?

Fiona turned to Brock, her lower lip trembling. "Brock, baby, I think I' ve made a terrible impression. Maybe I should just... go. I need to process this."

The manipulation was so blatant, so textbook, it was almost laughable.

And as I watched my brother' s face soften with concern for her, I knew this was only the beginning.

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