Bullet Comments Exposed My Secret! Chapter 1

I grew up in the slums, surviving by digging through trash.

On my eighteenth birthday, a barrage of comments appeared before my eyes.

【Damn, CEO Shen's real daughter is still eating garbage. This experiment is brutal!】

【Seriously. To test his "nature vs. nurture" theory, Shen swapped his twin daughters. The real heiress grew up in the slums, while the adopted one lived as a princess in a mansion.】

【Now the adopted daughter, Aurora Lin, is worth billions, while the real one, Stella Lin, is still dumpster diving. The results are pretty clear!】

I wiped the grime from my hands.

My gaze drifted to the massive LED screen on the luxury mall across the street. The face of "Aurora Lin" smiled down.

A face identical to my own, advertising a high-end brand.

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Her face was a portrait of laughter—exquisite, flawless, like a meticulously polished diamond.

And I was a stone, covered in dust.

【The necklace she's wearing today is the 'Heart of the Deep Sea,' auctioned for ninety million. CEO Shen bought it specially for her eighteenth birthday.】

【And what did Stella Lin get for her eighteenth birthday? Oh, a slap from her foster mother and being called a waste of money.】

【So tragic. The comparison is just brutal.】

The words on the screen were like needles, pricking my mind.

I looked down at the half-eaten, moldy piece of bread in the trash can.

My dinner for the night.

A shrill voice cut through the air from behind me.

“Stella Lin! Where the hell have you been? I told you to get soy sauce! Lazing around digging through trash for food again, are you?!”

It was my foster mother, Martha.

She charged at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the dumpster.

“Just like your good-for-nothing dead mother! A worthless piece of trash! All you know is how to eat!”

“Wasting our food all day long! Why don’t you just die!”

The metal edge of the bin scraped against my temple. It hurt.

The taste of blood filled my mouth.

【Here we go, the daily abuse.】

【This foster mother is something else. Where did CEO Shen even find such a horrible person?】

【For the sake of the experiment's authenticity, of course. He needed the most hostile environment possible.】

I didn’t fight back.

After eighteen years, I was used to it.

When Martha was done yelling, she spat on me and sauntered off.

“No dinner for you tonight! Get lost!”

I steadied myself against the wall and slowly pulled myself up.

A black Bentley pulled up silently in front of me.

The window rolled down, revealing a perfectly made-up face.

It was Aurora Lin’s chief assistant, a woman named Chloe.

I’d seen her in countless business magazines, always with an air of superiority.

Now, she pinched her nose, her eyes scanning me with disgust.

“You’re Stella Lin?”

I didn’t answer, just stared at her.

【Holy shit! The main event is here to deliver the final blow?】

【Nope, she’s here to deliver the humiliation. I remember this part, it’s about to get intense!】

Chloe took out an exquisitely packaged food container from the car and tossed it on the ground.

Food spilled everywhere, mixing with the mud.

“Miss Aurora was worried about you, afraid you’d be hungry.”

She spoke in a gentle, cooing tone, as if soothing a pet.

“She said these are leftovers from her banquet, specially packed for you.”

“She also said you should be used to the taste. After all, everything from a garbage dump tastes the same, right?”

She covered her mouth and giggled.

“Oh, right. Miss Aurora is live-streaming right now. She wants you to say hello to her fans.”

She turned her phone screen towards me.

On the screen, Aurora sat in a pristine, lavish room, smiling sweetly at the camera.

The comments in the live chat scrolled by at a frantic pace.

【Hahaha, Aurora is so kind, still thinking about her sister in the trash heap.】

【Oh my god, she’s so filthy. Get away from her!】

【Make her eat it! Make her get on the ground and eat! I want to watch!】

Aurora’s voice, laced with an innocent cruelty, came from the phone.

“Stella, hurry up and eat. Don’t waste my kind gesture.”

“Everyone’s watching. You don’t want to disappoint Dad, do you? He’s very interested in the results of this ‘environmental observation’.”

Environmental observation.

So that’s what it was. In their eyes, my life was just an observation.

I looked at the food on the ground, then up at the face that was identical to mine.

Slowly, so slowly, I crouched down.

I picked up a piece of steak, caked in mud.

Under the watchful eyes of Chloe and hundreds of thousands of people in the live stream.

I brought it to my lips.

Then, just as they were all watching in anticipation, I smiled.

And I hurled that piece of steak right at the Bentley’s window.

Grease instantly smeared across the expensive glass.

Chloe’s smile froze on her face.