The True Heiress Is the Top HackerChapter 1
At a hacker competition in my past life, the fake daughter of my family submitted a program that was identical to mine.
With a pitiful expression, she pleaded, "Sister, I've returned our parents to you. Why are you still copying my code?"
Our wealthy parents cried out, "It's all our fault for losing our child back then. This is why she has no upbringing and resorts to plagiarism!"
My older brother was furious, "Had I known this sister was so morally corrupt, we should never have brought her back. Now she's embarrassing us and tarnishing the family name."
Their harsh words crushed me. I became the target of online harassment, and the wealthy parents kicked me out of the house. I was now a pariah, hunted by everyone.
Meanwhile, the fake daughter used this competition to get close to a wealthy heir from the elite circle. The wealthy heir, seeking revenge for his beloved wife, vowed to tear me apart.
But then I was reborn—back to the day before I submitted my program. Without hesitation, I packed my bags and decided to travel the world.
However, my usually gentle wealthy mother called me in a rage, "You ungrateful little brat! If you don't come back and work on your programming, do you want our whole family to starve?"
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As I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by the lavish decor of this grand house. I glanced at my wristwatch and saw it was already 2 AM.
The entire family was silent, so I quickly shut down my computer and prepared to go to bed.
Suddenly, the nanny appeared behind me. "Emma, going to bed so early today?" she asked.
I jumped in surprise and patted my chest. "Yeah, I'm just tired today."
The nanny nodded and stepped back, allowing me to continue tidying up before heading to sleep.
Just then, Mrs. Smith rushed down in a silk nightgown. "Emma, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mr. Smith followed closely behind her from upstairs. "I'll call the family doctor right now! You can't be sick before the competition, Emma!"
I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
Growing up in an orphanage, I had longed for the warmth of a family. When I was first recognized by them, they took great care of my health, and I naively thought how wonderful it was to have a family that cared for me.