Betrayed Heiress Teaches Them a Lesson Chapter 1

Born spoiled, I’d always been the center of my family’s world. On move-in day, bodyguards hauled my custom luggage into the dorm. Scanning the cramped room, I laid down my rules.

AC at seventy, nonstop. Silence after eleven. Wipe the bathroom dry after every use. No manual labor—five hundred a pop for chores. My three roommates stared, stunned.

“Don’t take this wrong,” I added. “First time sharing a room. Better to be upfront.” Then I handed out gifts: full La Mer sets and the latest Apple bundles. Their eyes lit up; they squealed, calling me a god.

Yet the dorm’s quiet martyr, Melissa, stirred trouble. She whined I was flaunting charity, insulting her pride. “She thinks money buys me,” she sneered. Even wilder, my fiancé Preston flew in from Europe to defend her.

“Jena, tone it down,” he snapped. “Melissa’s got nothing. Dumping luxuries on her is suffocating. Drop the spoiled act.” Watching him shield her, I laughed. Since they saw me as a bully, I’d show them exactly how a true Upper East Side heiress operates.

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My family is obscenely wealthy. My friends always jokingly call me Manhattan royalty.

Honestly, it is not much of a joke.

I have the backing of a century-old elite dynasty.

So when I stood in the doorway of a dorm room smaller than my walk-in closet at home, realizing four girls were supposed to live here, I genuinely had a headache.

I waited in the hallway until my bodyguards finished setting up my bed, and only then did I step inside. My three roommates were standing awkwardly to the side, sizing me up.

Their faces displayed unfiltered, blatant judgment.

I glanced at the line of bodyguards standing outside the door and the mountain of designer luggage taking up half the dorm.

Okay, maybe it was a bit excessive.

I took a seat on my freshly made mattress, offering a polite smile to my new roommates.

"Hi everyone. I am Jena Kensington, born and raised in New York. We are going to be roommates for the next four years."

"I have never shared a room before, so I have a few ground rules."

"First, the AC stays at seventy degrees all day. I will pay the electricity bill."

"Second, I am a very light sleeper. Total silence after eleven at night."

The three girls across from me exchanged incredibly awkward looks. Their eyes screamed two words: high maintenance.

I waved my hand, and my bodyguards carried in three massive gift boxes.

"These are welcome gifts from Miss Kensington," one of the men announced.

The three girls opened their boxes, and their faces went entirely blank for a solid minute.

Full sets of La Mer skincare, brand new MacBook Pros, iPads, iPhones, and a massive Chanel lipstick vault.

I knew my demands were a bit much, so buttering them up with gifts was only fair.

This was standard networking in my social circle anyway.

Throwing money at a problem is always infinitely cheaper than owing someone a favor.

"I do not mean anything malicious by this. I just want to set boundaries early so we do not fight later."

A girl named Brooke, who had a loud and outgoing vibe, immediately accepted the terms.

"Oh my god! I thought we were getting a spoiled brat with princess syndrome, but we got actual royalty!"

"You are way too generous, I almost feel bad taking this."

I offered a soft smile.

"Also, I refuse to do manual labor and I do not clean. If you clean my area, it is five hundred dollars. If you pick up my packages from the mailroom, it is a thousand."

I paused for a second before continuing.

"If you guys are not comfortable with that, I can always ask the girls next door."

Brooke jumped up instantly, pulling the girl next to her, Roxy, up with her.

"I am comfortable! Things like serving royalty should absolutely stay in-house. Consider me hired."

Roxy looked at me with more determination than my own security detail.

"Miss Jena, I actually know a bit of martial arts. I will be your personal bodyguard on campus!"

As the ice broke and we started laughing, I noticed the last girl, Melissa, sitting quietly in the corner. She was gripping the designer shopping bags so hard her knuckles were white, biting her lower lip.

I did not think much of it at the time. I just assumed she was shy and took longer to warm up to people.

I had no idea this girl was about to bring the most unexpected drama into my college life.