Mocked and Betrayed Until My Heiress Identity Made Them Beg

My best friend, the one I had cherished like a sister, severed our bond in a single moment.

Without hesitation, she handed me a bank card, her expression unreadable.

"This is for all the years you spent groveling at my feet like a dog," she said.

I stood there, stunned. I couldn’t understand it.

It wasn’t until I found her kneeling in the VIP room of the city's most exclusive club, her forehead pressed to the floor, her lips hovering over a greasy man's shoes, that everything fell into place.