Oops! I'm The Real Heiress

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My boyfriends naked betrayal is currently forty feet tall. He thinks he is privately sexting his new billionaire mistress, completely unaware that her laptop is plugged into the auditoriums main projector.

Three hundred students are staring at the screen in dead silence, watching the typing bubbles dance. He wanted to be the center of attention? Well, he got his wish.

I stand in the shadows of the sound booth, watching the pixelated proof of his infidelity load in high definition. Its showtime.

Chapter 1

I was running the soundboard for the Winter Showcase when my laptop decided to brick itself. Panic spiked in my chest.

I sprinted back to the dorms, lungs burning, and snatched my roommates MacBook. I knew Cheyennes passwordId written enough of her Econ papers to have it memorized.

I rushed back to the auditorium, plugged into the HDMI, and booted up.

On stage, Phoenix was stalling. She shot me a desperate look. Hurry up.

I projected the desktop onto the massive screen behind her. Just as I moved the cursor to close her open windows, a notification banner slid into view.

iMessage. From: Sawyer. My boyfriend.

My finger twitched. A reflex. I clicked.

The chat window expanded, forty feet wide, for the entire student body to see.

Sawyer: When are you getting here? Im itching to see you.

The auditorium, packed with three hundred students, went dead silent. The kind of silence that screams. Phoenix froze.

Then, the typing bubbles appeared. Cheyenne was replying from her phone. And we were all watching it live.

Cheyenne: Almost there. Whats the rush?

Sawyer: Just need to see you, babe.

Cheyenne: Won't Greer find out?

Sawyer: Nah. Shes stuck at that drama thing all night.

Three hundred heads turned. Every pair of eyes locked on me. Our campus is small. Everyone knows everyone. They knew. Everyone knew I was the "Greer" in question.

Ding. Another message. An image attachment.

It loaded in high definition.

Sawyer. Fresh out of the shower. Towel slung dangerously low on his hips. Wet hair dripping. Smirking at the mirror with a look that screamed, Im Gods gift to women.

On the big screen, every water droplet was visible. Every pore. The cringe was physical. The pity in the room shifted to something sharper.

I stood paralyzed. The shock wasn't a wave; it was a tsunami. It crashed into my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Sawyer and I weren't casual. We were engaged in everything but the ring. Id just had dinner with his parents last week. They were small business owners who usually couldn't stop praising me.

But then, his mom, Nancy, pulled him into the kitchen. She didn't know I was right outside the door.

"That Greer is too independent," shed hissed, her voice like sandpaper. "Shes got a hard head. Shell be impossible to control."

She had only changed her tune when Sawyer mentioned my parents were buying us a house. Cash.

"Fine," shed said, her voice dripping with calculation. "That's good then. But make sure your name is on the deed. Youre the man. You need to be the one wearing the pants."

That conversation had been a splinter in my mind ever since. Festering. I planned to confront him. I didn't think hed force my hand by auditioning for a new girlfriend so soon.

Phoenix stood center stage. My best friend. She looked at the screen. She looked at me.

After a moment of heavy silence, she tossed her cue cards over her shoulder. They fluttered to the stage floor. She brought the mic to her lips.

"First off, thanks for coming," she said, her voice steady. "We had a whole play planned. But due to technical difficulties thats not happening."

A groan of disappointment rippled through the crowd.

"But," Phoenixs voice boomed, cutting through the noise. "We just discovered that reality is way messier than fiction. You guys came for a show. Why don't we give you a real one?"

Silence.

Then, a slow clap started. It grew into a roar. Whistles. Cheers. The energy in the room shifted from awkward to electric.

"We got you, Greer!" someone shouted from the back.

"Let's wreck them!"

"Team Greer!"

The heat rushed to my face, but it wasn't embarrassment anymore. It was adrenaline. I looked at everyone, feeling the warmth of their support rising in my chest. I wasn't alone.

Cheyenne had been thirsty for Sawyer for ages. Id seen it. The "accidental" run-ins. The fake ankle twists so hed have to carry her to the nurse.

Back then, Sawyer treated her like background noise. He wasn't interested. So why was he suddenly acting like a lovesick puppy?

My gut twisted. Something didn't add up.

Chapter 2

I spilled everything to Phoenix. She didn't just listen; she went full Hollywood director mode.

"We need intel," she said, eyes narrowing. "Send in the scouts."

The scouts were Sawyers roommates. Colt, Garrett, and Derek. They executed the plan flawlessly.

They noticed something off immediately: Recruitment season was kicking off, and Sawyer hadn't sent out a single resume.

Colt and Garrett played bad cop. They roasted him relentlessly.

"Bro, you haven't even applied to McDonald's," Colt sneered. "Guess you gave up since Greer isn't around to write your cover letters anymore."

"Yeah," Garrett added, not looking up from his phone. "Useless without her."

Sawyer was fuming. Thats when Derek, playing good cop, stepped in.

"Ignore them, man," Derek said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go grab a drink."

Three beers deep, Sawyer cracked. He had leaned in, sloppy and smug, and spilled the secret to Derek.

"You know who Cheyenne really is? Shes the daughter of the CEO of Apex Tech."

Cheyenne. My roommate. We shared a last name.

Derek texted us the intel immediately. Phoenix and I stared at the phone. Then at each other. Silence stretched between us.

Finally, Phoenix gripped my shoulder.

"Greer," she sighed, shaking her head. "I told you. Being low-key is fine. But being invisible? This happens."

"Look at this," she gestured wildly. "Cheyenne isn't just trying to steal your boyfriend. Shes trying to steal your dad."

Phoenix was already unlocking her phone, thumbs hovering over Instagram, ready to blast the truththat I was the real Apex Tech heiress.

I reached out and covered her screen. "No," I whispered.

A slow, cold smile spread across my face.

"Cheyenne wants to play the billionaire princess? Let her. Lets give her the full experience."

Phoenix paused. Then, a wicked grin mirrored mine. "Damn, Greer. Youre evil. I love it."

For four years, Cheyenne had been invisible to the male population on campus. Suddenly, she was the hottest commodity around.

Guys who used to look right through her were suddenly fighting to save her a seat in lecture halls, desperate for a crumb of attention. Her DMs were flooded with movie invites. "I'll buy the tickets," they promised.

Gifts started appearing. Anonymous flowers. Breakfast sandwiches left at our door. Expensive snacks. Cheyenne let it go straight to her head.

She walked into our dorm room, arms overflowing with treats, making sure we all saw.

"Ugh, I don't even know who sent these," she sighed, feigning annoyance. "So annoying. I'm going to get fat."

Mallory, our other roommate, played along. "Share the wealth then. We can all get fat together."

"Oh, I couldn't," Cheyenne said, clutching a bag of Godiva like it was gold. "Its a gift from a boy. It would be rude to give it away. Hed be heartbroken."

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.

Back when Sawyer was chasing me, bringing me fruit and cakes, Cheyenne had always been the first to grab a fork. "Sharing is caring!" shed chirp. Funny how that logic evaporated when it was her turn.

Maybe she sensed my coldness. She turned to me, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Valentine's Day is coming up," she mused. "I don't know what I'm going to do with all these gifts. Its such a burden. I guess this is what they call 'sweet trouble'."

She paused for effect.

"Unlike some people. Even with a boyfriend, I bet you won't get a thing."

She was banking on Sawyer ignoring me. She wanted to twist the knife. Normally, I would have snapped back. I would have ended her right there.

But for the sake of the show? I crumbled. I let my face fall, looking wounded.

"D-don't say that," I stammered, my voice weak. "Sawyers just been busy. He forgot last time. He hell definitely get me something this year."

Cheyenne laughed out loud. A cruel, sharp sound. "Oh? Is that so?"

She was waiting for me to be humiliated. She didn't expect Sawyer to actually deliver.

On Valentine's Day, he didn't just get me a gift. He got me something more expensive than anything hed ever bought before.

When I walked back into the dorm wearing the necklace, Cheyennes face went from smug to pale in seconds. I touched the cold metal at my throat and suppressed a laugh.

Cheyenne didn't understand men. And she definitely didn't understand Sawyer.

Chapter 3

Cheyenne thought that one night in Sawyers bed meant shed won. She thought hed chosen her. She was wrong.

Sawyer was smarter than she gave him credit for. Or at least, more calculating.

Sure, Cheyenne was the "daughter" of the Apex Tech CEO. But that was potential energy. I was kinetic. I was the fiance. I was the one with the parents promising a paid-off house in the suburbs.

He wasn't going to let go of a sure thing until the new branch was sturdy enough to hold his weight. Plus, guilt is a powerful motivator. He knew he was dirt. Thats why he bought the necklace.

I usually hate PDA. I hate performing happiness. But for the sake of the plot? I put on my best "happiest girl in the world" face, a beaming, blushing idiot.

I fingered the silver chain at my throat, gazing at it like it was the Hope Diamond.

"I only mentioned it once," I sighed, making sure my voice carried to Cheyennes side of the room. "And Sawyer remembered. He went to three different stores to find it."

My roommates, fully briefed and ready for their Oscars, chimed in.

"Omg, thats the limited edition Valentine's drop," Mallory gasped. "I saw that on TikTok."

"It's so expensive," Imogen added, leaning in. "But you deserve it, Greer. Only the best."

Then Paige, playing the villain, delivered the kill shot. She glanced sideways at Cheyenne, her voice dripping with fake sympathy.

"Unlike some people," Paige said loudly. "Getting excited over a bag of drugstore candy."

Cheyenne snapped.

The thing is, a gift is a gift. Its the thought that counts. But Cheyenne didn't care about thoughts. She cared about price tags. She cared about winning.

And she just lost.

She slammed her laptop shut, grabbed her bag, and stormed out. The door rattled in its frame.

The second she was gone, the act dropped. I ripped the necklace off and tossed it onto my desk like it was trash.

I pulled out my phone.

Greer: Cheyenne just left. Shes definitely heading to Sawyer.

Phoenix replied instantly. Copy that.

In the "Drama Club" group chat, Phoenix posted a bounty: Whos in Sawyers lecture right now?

Intel flooded in within minutes.

Sawyer was in class. Cheyenne was blowing up his phone. Finally, he snuck out the back door. They were meeting behind the Arts building.

Our spy on the ground audio-streamed the whole thing.

"Break up with Greer," Cheyenne demanded. No hello. No preamble.

"Babe," Sawyers voice was placating. "I told you. We have to wait. Its complicated"

"I'm done waiting," she cut him off. Her voice was shrill. "Do it tomorrow!"

Sawyer paused. I could practically hear him bristling. He was used to being the prize. He was the golden boy, the charmer. He wasn't used to being ordered around.

"Cheyenne," he said, his tone hardening. "You're crossing a line."

Cheyenne didn't care. She wasn't listening.

She had been jealous of me for years. She finally thought she had the upper hand, only to get crushed by a piece of jewelry. She was desperate to regain control.

She had already told the first lie. Now, we were pushing her to tell the second. And she took the bait. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Sawyer," she said, her voice dropping to an ultimatum. "If you don't break up with Greer immediately, I won't help you with recruitment."

Silence. Then, a shift in the air.

"You'll help me?" Sawyers voice changed. The irritation vanished, replaced by hunger. "You'll talk to your dad? Get me into the core dev team?"

"Of course," Cheyenne lied. Smoothly. "Hes my dad. I just have to say the word."

"Thank you, babe!"

I heard the rustle of fabric, the sound of him lifting her up, spinning her around.

I sat in my dorm room, listening to the feed, a cold smirk touching my lips. Thank her while you can, Sawyer.

Soon, you're going to want to thank her whole family.

Chapter 4