My family is clearly the wealthiest in New York, but even for an $8 takeout order, I still click "refund only."
That's because in my past life, my family's housekeeper Evie Hudson's daughter Ivy Robertson had bound herself to some kind of transaction system. Every dollar I spent would end up in her pocket.
So Ivy started using moral blackmail to pressure me into donating to all the underprivileged students at school.
I thought it was a good deed, so I didn't think twice about it and wrote a check for $2 million straight away.
But somehow, that money magically became Ivy's deposit, while my check showed an amount of zero.
Everyone called me a fraud, and even the man I was keeping broke up with me.
But Ivy used the money I had spent to do good deeds and make donations everywhere, becoming the "beautiful, kind-hearted rich person" in everyone's eyes. She even turned around and slandered me, claiming I was the housekeeper's daughter.
I was so furious that I pulled out my black card and went on a shopping spree, trying to prove I had money, only to discover the card's limit had been instantly drained.
Meanwhile, Ivy generously transferred $8 million and mocked me: "You're broke but still trying to act rich. Does your mom's housekeeper salary give you enough to keep up this charade?"
I faced online harassment like never before. Unable to handle the pressure, I had a complete mental breakdown.
And for some reason, my body quickly deteriorated too. I died before my father Archie Robertson could come save me.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Ivy pressured me to donate to all the underprivileged students at school.
