Download App
6.41% Transmigrated Into The True Heiress / Chapter 9: The Act Continues

Chapter 9: The Act Continues

Orla carefully unfolded the crumpled letter in her hand, her eyes scanning the handwriting. It was from Ephyra. Malia, curious, leaned closer, trying to catch a glimpse of the words.

"What does it say?" Malia whispered, her voice low enough not to attract attention from the lingering students.

Orla's eyes skimmed over the contents, and as she read, her expression shifted—first in mild confusion, then in realization. "It's a letter she wrote to Alan. Ephyra apologized and wanted to clear up the misunderstandings between them. She explained that she didn't want to harm or make anyone's life miserable. She only wanted the best for Myra and Alan, especially him. So, she wanted to break off her engagement with Alan and let them be together."

Eira might have tweaked the letter's content a little bit.

"So she was telling the truth, and the second letter?"

Orla opened it and skimmed through it. "It's Alan's reply to her letter, and his words were far from friendly," she said as she crumpled the letter.

By now, they were the only ones left in the locker room.

"Wait!" Malia hurriedly collected the letter before Orla could throw it away. "Did you say it's Alan's letter?"

"Yes, why?"

"It isn't."

"What?"

"It wasn't Alan who wrote this letter. You know I have a photographic memory?" Malia stated, making Orla sigh and roll her eyes.

"Yes, so?"

"Remember that Ms. Sam had asked me to help her with last semester's Golden class test scripts?" She raised a brow. "Well, I saw his handwriting then, and it doesn't look anything like this."

"So, if it wasn't Alan who wrote this letter, and what Ephyra said earlier was true, then Myra was the one who wrote it," Orla said calmly, not caring that they had just seen the truth about the extremely kindhearted Myra Allen.

Malia grinned as her eyes sparkled in wicked delight. "You know what this means, right?"

"No."

Malia pouted. "Aww, come on! It will be fun, I promise! Please? Pretty please? Pretty, pretty please? Pretty, pretty, pretty please? Pre–"

"Alright, what do you want to do?" Orla cut her sister off, sighing exasperatedly.

"Don't you think that now that we know the true face of that bitch—well, we've always known—but wouldn't it be unfair to not let others know?"

"I'm sure they already know now—with what happened here."

"Only the girls in the junior and senior classes know, and for the others, hearing it from others isn't the same as seeing it for themselves, right?"

Orla didn't speak; she just stared at Malia, prompting her to continue.

"You're no fun; you can't even fucking guess?" 

"I don't want to."

"Ah, why do I always have to explain things to you in a way I would to a two-year-old?" she shook her head. "This—" she pointed to the letters, "and that." She pointed to the CCTV camera in the corner. 

Orla followed Malia's gaze to the small, almost inconspicuous CCTV camera tucked into the corner of the room. The realization hit her like a cold breeze, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

"You want to show everyone the footage," Orla stated, more a declaration than a question.

Malia's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Exactly!"

Orla hesitated. There was a part of her that didn't want to get involved in this kind of public spectacle. But she couldn't say no to Malia, no matter what it was.

"You know this could cause a lot of trouble," Orla warned. "But we do this carefully."

Malia waved off her sister's concerns with a flick of her hand. "Yeah, for those involved, especially Myra. It's not as if anyone will know that we had something to do with how the whole school knows what happened."

"So, what's your plan?" Orla asked, crossing her arms.

Malia's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Simple. We get the letters and the footage, post it on the groups and school students' website, and if we want to go all out, we can post it on your duplicate account where you have millions of followers. And once the post is out, well, let's just say Myra will have a lot of explaining to do."

Orla sighed. This was going to stir up a lot of drama, but she didn't care, and since Malia wanted to have her fun, then let her have it. Maybe it was time for Myra's facade to finally crack. 

"Fine," Orla said, finally relenting.

Malia's grin stretched from ear to ear. "Perfect! This is going to be more fun than I thought." 

With that, they both headed towards the CCTV room.

At the recovery room:

"All right, all done," the brunette in a nurse outfit said as she stood up, smiling at Ephyra as she closed the first-aid kit. "It might look like a simple scrape, but there are a few cuts, so I'd advise you not to go anywhere yet and rest here for a bit."

She turned to the gray-haired senior girl who had brought Ephyra over. "Or does she have any important classes she can't miss?"

The gray-haired girl shook her head immediately. "After physical class, the senior class doesn't have any classes."

"Good," she smiled and turned to Ephyra. "Why don't you rest for a bit, hmm?"

"Thank you," Ephyra murmured, flashing a smile at the nurse, who was now standing.

"You're welcome. I will be going to my office. If you need anything, tap the button here, and my assistant will answer. Excuse me." With a warm smile towards the two girls, the nurse turned and left.

For some time after the nurse's departure, there was silence until Ephyra spoke up, "Thank you… senior, for bringing me here. I appreciate it. You don't have to stay anymore. I don't want to be a bother, so you can leave now. Thank you again."

"You can call me Selene, and we're in the same class, so no need for that." Selene smiled warmly at Ephyra. "And don't worry, you're not a bother at all. I was just glad I could help."

Ephyra gave a small nod, still feigning awkwardness. "I just don't want to cause any trouble," she murmured, her gaze dropping to her hands.

Selene's expression softened. "You're not causing any trouble. In fact, I'm glad what happened today happened. If not, we wouldn't have known that Myra was such a manipulative person." 

Ephyra blinked in surprise, her gaze lifting to meet Selene's. "You... believe me?" 

Selene nodded. "Yes, I do. I've seen how Myra acts around others, especially around Alan. She puts on this sweet, innocent act, but I've always had my doubts. What happened today just confirms them."

A look of relief washed over Ephyra's face. "I thought no one would believe me."

"Maybe not without witnessing what happened," Selene agreed. "And besides, not everyone is fooled by her act."

Ephyra shifted uncomfortably. "I just wanted to make things right. I never wanted to cause all this drama."

"I know, and it's not your fault."

Ephyra gave a small, hesitant smile. "Thank you, Selene. For believing me and for helping me."

Selene returned the smile warmly. "Anytime. And, I will be leaving now, so rest up."

Ephyra nodded. "I will. Thank you."

"Bye." 

"Bye."

As the door closed behind Selene, Eira lay down and made herself comfortable. The memories of this morning when she was called a bastard surfaced.

How could Ephyra have lived through the names, taunts, and insults?

How did Ephyra become the bastard, and the bastard became the legitimate child?

Looking back, it wasn't always like that, and one could also say that it was partly Ephyra's fault.

It started when they both began attending the same school after Marriane complained to their father about how biased he was by making Myra go to a different school from her sister, forgetting that the school had chosen Ephyra, not the other way around. After much persuasion and pleading, he finally made Myra attend the same elementary school as Ephyra, but not without spending a lot of money, as Myra's grades weren't good enough for the school.

When they both started going to the same school, Myra, who had at first tried to get along with her stepsister, found herself ignored multiple times. Then, it turned to envy and jealousy, as Ephyra was good at almost everything and, despite being reclusive, stole attention with her appearance. At first, she called herself the favorite daughter and showed off what their father had bought at her behest, trying to spite Ephyra, who still didn't spare her or anyone else her attention. Then, during an argument with a classmate who liked Ephyra very much, she angrily called Ephyra the bastard, which calmed her down. From then on, Myra started saying it to everyone except their father and in Ephyra's absence.

It wasn't that Ephyra didn't try to rid herself of the label, but by the time she knew, it was already too late. Her antisocial, softhearted self gave up, not seeing the use of refusing something known by all.

Eira had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Ephyra had not only been kind and naive; she'd been a pushover and stupid.

Anyway, it doesn't matter; she was going to correct all of her mistakes.

[Hey, how's it going?]

[The Dellinger siblings have retrieved the edited footage and are now preparing to post it to the school students' website.]

Eira smiled hearing that. [Perfect, let's see how good little Myra takes this, yeah? And thank you for shielding the pain.]

[Master doesn't need to thank me; it's what I was supposed to do.]

[Whatever, and stop calling me Master. Call me by my name.]

[As you wish, Master]

[I said call me by my name.]

[Alright, Master.]

"…?"

[You know what? Forget it.]

[Yes, Master. There is something I would like to report to you.]

Eira sighed, [What is it?]

[I just finished a new round of upgrades, and my abilities have increased as well as the efficiency of my previous ones.]

Eira's eyes lit up. [Really? That's great news! So, what can you do now?]

[In addition to previous abilities, which were manipulating digital records, creating false identities, blocking surveillance systems temporarily, and rewriting digital footprints, my new abilities are advanced data reconstruction, enhanced disguise protocols, predictive behavior analysis, automated anomaly detection, remote device access, augmented reality integration, and emotion simulation in communication.]

This is perfect, she thought. With these upgrades, everything will become easier.

[Good job,] Eira responded. [Keep monitoring the situation, and make sure nothing goes wrong with the footage release. We need Myra's downfall to be as public and as humiliating as possible.]

[Understood, Master. I will keep you updated on any developments.]

With that, Eira leaned back, closing her eyes with a satisfied smirk on her lips. Everything was falling into place, just as she had planned. Now, all she had to do was sit back and watch as the chaos unfolded.


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
Ella_Estrella23 Ella_Estrella23

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

These are the explanation of the New Abilities:

1. Advanced Data Reconstruction: Recover and reconstruct deleted or hidden data.

2. Enhanced Disguise Protocols: Improved masking of digital trails to evade detection.

3. Predictive Behavior Analysis: Predict actions based on digital footprints.

4. Automated Anomaly Detection: Identify unusual activities within digital networks.

5. Remote Device Access: Gain remote access to external devices for surveillance or control.

6. Augmented Reality Integration: Create realistic digital overlays to alter video feeds.

7. Emotion Simulation in Communication: Mimic human emotional patterns in digital interactions.

next chapter

Chapter 10: The Fallout

And chaos did unfold.

Thirty minutes later, when the female students who witnessed what happened relayed it to their classmates, friends, and siblings, a quarter and a half of the school still didn't know. 

That was how huge the school was and how populated the school was.

However, it all changed in a matter of minutes. Over a thousand students from different nationalities, families and different personalities—there was something all of them had in common. 

Being teenagers with phones.

In a second, 50 students, and in a minute, almost everyone had seen the blog post posted anonymously on the school's blog website.

Everyone knew anything posted on there was always scandalous but always true.

So imagine their reactions on seeing this:

{ Locker Room Showdown: Myra Allen's Good Girl Facade, Ripped Off!

As the saying goes, "Appearances can be deceiving," and that couldn't be truer for Myra Allen—the wolf in sheep's clothing. I mean, who would have thought that acting sweet and kind or being the legitimate daughter doesn't necessarily make you a good person? Shocker, right?

You're probably wondering how this blog came about, but keep reading, and you'll soon uncover the truth that left both the senior and junior classes absolutely shook.

Let's talk about Ephyra Allen, Myra's illegitimate sister. If you don't know her, ask around. I could have described what went down but reading isn't the same as watching, right? Trust me, everything will make sense after you watch the CCTV footage below.

*The CCTV footage of the Allen sisters' locker room fight.*

Did you catch that part where Ephyra said she'd break off her engagement with Alan? Yep, you heard right. She was ready to walk away from the guy. But noooo, that wasn't good enough for Myra. Because of her "inflated ego" and "disgusting pride," she couldn't handle receiving any favors from someone she loathed. So what does a normal person do? Forgive and forget, right? Wrong! Myra set up a plot that nearly cost her own sister's life. Honestly, Myra didn't just take sibling rivalry to a new level—she shot it into the stratosphere!

But here's where it gets even juicier. We all just found out that Myra, with her sugar-coated smiles and oh-so-sweet personality, wasn't the saint she pretended to be. I mean, this girl was straight-up vicious. What happened in the locker room was child's play compared to the real damage she inflicted on Ephyra before. How do we know? 

Y'all heard what Ephyra said about the letter, right? Well, she wasn't lying. How do I know that? Swipe up!

*Two images appear—one of the original letter Ephyra sent to Alan (which Myra intercepted), and another showing Alan's supposed reply.*

Now, here's the bombshell: Alan and his friends will easily recognize that the second letter wasn't written by him. So, what does that mean?

Drumroll, please! Myra—the real snake—intercepted Ephyra's letter, forged a reply in Alan's name, and even hired thugs to attack her sister. Yes, you read that right. This all led to Ephyra's near-fatal accident, all because Myra's jealousy, possessiveness, and insane cruelty were off the charts.

And let's be real, Myra must've been a little too confident in her own lies because guess what? In her locker room showdown, she literally exposed herself. After claiming her arm was broken, she lifted it high enough to try and strike Ephyra again. Seriously, Myra, at least keep track of your own lies!

Honestly, what type of snake have we been breeding in this school?! I think it's time for a little pest control, don't you?

Stay tuned, the drama is far from over!}

~~~

Chaos erupted within minutes of the blog post hitting the school's website. Whispers turned to gasps, gasps to shouts, and soon, the entire school was buzzing with the scandal of the year. Myra Allen, one of the school's sweet and beloved darling, had been unmasked, and everyone—literally everyone—was talking about it.

Groups of students huddled together, phones in hand, their eyes glued to the footage of the locker room showdown.

"No way, I always thought Myra was a bit... fake, but this?" One girl exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief as she replayed the video for the fifth time.

"Honestly, what type of snake have we been breeding in our school?!" another boy muttered, echoing the very words of the blog post, as he scrolled through the comments already flooding in under the video. Everyone had something to say, and no one was holding back.

"Myra's the real-life villain! The way she acted sweet all these years... wow, just wow."

"Did you see how she was still trying to hit Ephyra even with her 'broken' arm? Guess her acting skills need work!"

"Inflated ego, disgusting pride... sounds like the new Myra Allen alright."

Laughter and mockery filled the halls, and as word spread, more and more students crowded around in groups, sharing their thoughts on the post. In every corner of the school, Myra's name was being dragged through the mud.

In an empty part of the school grounds, Malia couldn't contain their glee. Malia was practically bouncing on her heels as she scrolled through the comments, her wicked grin growing wider by the second.

"I can't believe how fast this spread!" she exclaimed, showing Orla her phone screen. "Look at these comments! Myra's social life is officially over."

Orla smirked but kept her usual calm demeanor. "Well, your writing was definitely convincing."

"Guess you were right after all," Orla said, her tone light but edged with satisfaction. "It was fun."

Malia laughed, flashing her sister a victorious grin. "Told you so." 

Suddenly, she paused as her expression changed. "Hey, don't you think we should check up on Ephyra? I mean, we did such a good deed, others might not know but the person we did it for should know, right?" 

Orla who knew what her sister really wanted, sighed loudly, "Do whatever you want."

In the school library, only a handful of students were there, and Alan Latham, one of the stars of the blog post was among them, studying as usual. With his brown hair styled in a messy fringe and his tall body covered in his straight and neat white shirt, tie, and pants, he looked like the typical cool and handsome high school guy who all the girls love.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the large and quiet space. Soon, a figure stood by Alan's side.

"Hey, I have been looking for you all over the damn school, man!"

Alan's brow furrowed, "Why what happened?"

"I knew it," the guy mumbled and turned to Alan, "Open your phone and check."

"What? What happen–"

"Forget it, here." 

The guy thrust his phone into Alan's hand, the screen already displaying the now-viral blog post. Alan blinked as his eyes scanned the bold title—Locker Room Showdown: Myra Allen's Good Girl Facade, Ripped Off!. He hesitated for a moment before his thumb began to scroll.

His grip tightened around the phone as he read. He replayed the CCTV footage again, frozen on the spot.

"What…?" Alan whispered, almost to himself. The footage of Myra lifting her "injured" arm to attack again made his stomach twist. He was so deep in thought that he barely noticed when his friend took the phone back.

"I can't believe Myra would do shit like this, man," the guy continued. "But this blog just says otherwise and a CCTV can't lie right?"

Alan clenched his fists and stood up. "I need to find Ephyra."

His friend raised an eyebrow. "Now?"

But there was no response as he was gone.

---

After sleeping for a while, Eira felt that she'd rested enough so she left the healthcare building and walked back to the classroom.

[How's it going?] Ephyra asked in her mind as she neared the senior and junior year building.

[The Dellinger siblings posted the footage. It's already going viral.] came the response from the AI

Ephyra's lips curved into a small smile. Perfect. The plan had worked, but there was still more because something like this wouldn't be enough to crush Myra completely. Rather, she will become more vicious than she was before and show her true colors which was exactly what Eira wanted. 

She'd dealt with a lot of people like that.

[Everything is going as planned, Master.]

[Good. Keep an eye on Myra's activities.]

[Understood.]

Eira turned her head slightly, eyes closing as she let out a satisfied sigh. Just as she made to turn a corner a hand held her back.


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
Ella_Estrella23 Ella_Estrella23

Was feeling sleepy when I wrote this!

Please don't forget to vote, comment and review! Thank you! :)

Load failed, please RETRY

Gifts

Gift -- Gift received

    Weekly Power Status

    Batch unlock chapters

    Table of Contents

    Display Options

    Background

    Font

    Size

    Chapter comments

    Write a review Reading Status: C9
    Fail to post. Please try again
    • Writing Quality
    • Stability of Updates
    • Story Development
    • Character Design
    • World Background

    The total score 0.0

    Review posted successfully! Read more reviews
    Vote with Power Stone
    Rank 200+ Power Ranking
    Stone 45 Power Stone
    Report inappropriate content
    error Tip

    Report abuse

    Paragraph comments

    Login

    tip Paragraph comment

    Paragraph comment feature is now on the Web! Move mouse over any paragraph and click the icon to add your comment.

    Also, you can always turn it off/on in Settings.

    GOT IT