The Movie Star's Sister Is the Real Heiress

The paparazzi snapped photos of me walking out of the same villa as Charles Montgomerythe billionaire business tycoon. By noon, the internet had completely crashed.

Online, people were tearing me apart. They claimed I couldn't bag A-lister Noah Knight, so I settled for his dusty old dad.

They called me a desperate gold digger willing to do anything to marry into a wealthy family.

Then, Noahs girlfriend gave an interview, flashing a sugary, toxic smile. "Don't worry, guys. The Montgomery family would never let trash like that through their front door."

Little did she know, I am Noah Knights biological sister.

And Charles Montgomery? Hes my dad.

Shes right about one thing, though. I definitely won't be letting trash like her into my familys home.

Chapter 1

Monday morning started with a nightmare. A video of me and the business mogul Charles Montgomery leaving a villa together went viral.

In the sixteen-second clip, I was holding onto Charless arm, looking incredibly close to him. I had a huge, fawning smile on my face, and at one point, I even reached out to stroke his arm.

The comment section was already a toxic wasteland.

"Harper Quinn couldn't get Noah Knight, so she went for his dad? That is a whole new level of gross."

"She has zero self-respect. Anything to marry into money."

"Maybe shes still obsessed with Noah. Marrying the dad is just a creepy way to get closer to the son..."

"Ugh, stop. Im gonna throw up. Noah has a girlfriend, okay? Daisy Lane is the only one for him."

Of course, the tabloids live for this drama. They immediately shoved a microphone in front of Noahs girlfriend, Daisy Lane, asking for her take.

Daisy looked straight into the camera, her voice soft and innocent. "Harper and Mr. Montgomery? Oh, I really shouldn't say anything... but I have heard rumors."

She paused for dramatic effect, looking troubled. "Harper was the one chasing him. Mr. Montgomery wasn't really interested, but Harper has been... very aggressive lately."

"I don't understand why a pretty girl would lower herself like that," she continued. "As her coworker, honestly? I feel ashamed for her."

Then came the kicker.

"But don't worry. The Montgomery family has standards. They would never let someone that dirty through their front door."

I hadn't even reacted yet, but my agent, Mackenzie Davis, was pacing the room, absolutely furious.

"Daisy Lane is a snake! Does she forget who introduced her to Noah in the first place?"

Oh, right. Daisy met Noah because of me.

Back then, Daisy had just joined the company. She played the ultimate "damsel in distress."

Shed coo, "Harper, honey," whining about being lonely and having zero friends. She begged me to bring her along to events.

So, I brought her to my birthday party. Thats where she met Noah Knight.

Three months later, Daisy and Noah were a couple.

She came to me afterwards, looking like a kicked puppy, and apologized. "I'm so sorry, Harper. I know you liked Noah too."

"But I couldn't help it. Childhood crushes usually don't win against true love. We just clicked instantly. I hope you aren't mad."

END

Daisy didn't know the truth. Noah Knight wasn't my childhood crush.

He is my brother.

Chapter 2

My parents divorced when Noah and I were just kids.

He stayed with Dad. I went with Mom. To the outside world, nobody knew we were related.

Later, we both ended up in Hollywood. Noah became the youngest "Best Actor" in history with a spotless reputation.

I was typecast as the "Villain," famous for playing mean girls and racking up haters.

To avoid gossip, we never publicly revealed our relationship. But that didn't mean we weren't close.

Take that infamous viral video, "Harper Quinn Simping for Noah Knight for 120 Seconds."

The truth? Noah and I were on a travel reality show. He was going through a health-nut phase but refused to actually drink his organic kale detox juice.

Mom texted me and told me to make sure he drank it for his digestion.

We were filming, so I couldn't exactly explain. I grabbed a coffee cup, filled it with the thick, green sludge, and brought it to him.

Noah fought it. He hates kale. I had to physically force the cup into his hands. He drank it, looking like he was swallowing poison.

But thanks to the show's malicious editing, here is what the audience saw:

Harper Quinn brings Noah a coffee.

Noah ignores her completely.

Harper forces him to take it, looking desperate.

Noah drinks it just to be polite.

After one sip, he rolls his eyes at Harper in total disgust.

The same thing happened with this new video of me and my dad. If that photographer had been five feet closer, he would have heard what I was actually saying.

"Mom isn't over you, you know. She's just stubborn. Look at this suit. She had it bespoke, just for you. It fits perfectly..." I was smoothing out the fabric on his sleeve.

But the video the world saw?

Harper Quinn, smiling like a gold digger, stroking the billionaire's arm while he looks cold and distant.

I don't get it.

I'm just trying to fix my broken family. Why am I always the one getting cancelled?

Chapter 3

Honestly, my brother is perfect in almost every way.

Except for one fatal flaw: He is a total simp.

He truly believes Daisy Lane is exactly what she pretends to bea fragile, innocent angel who wants nothing but his love.

So, he fed her career. He handed her top-tier endorsements, spoon-feeding stardom to a girl who cant act and refuses to work.

He single-handedly bought her status as the industry's newest "It Girl."

I usually follow the rule that a sister shouldn't meddle in her brothers love life.

But this time? Daisy went on national TV, painting me as a homewrecker chasing my own dad. I am done playing nice.

I called Noah immediately. "Did you see what your girlfriend said in that interview? About me hooking up with Dad?"

Noah apologized instantly, his voice soft. But then, right on cue, he started making excuses for her.

"Harper, you know Daisy. She's just... simple. She speaks without a filter. She didn't mean to hurt you; she just gets confused..."

I listened to him ramble and realized it was hopeless.

My brother is completely whipped. Its terminal.

I was about to say, Let me go explain the truth to her.

"Don't!" I stopped myself.

Where is the fun in that?

"Fine, fine," I said, changing tactics. "If you tell her the truth now, she'll feel terrible. She might even blame you for keeping secrets. I don't want to ruin your relationship."

If she wants to play the innocent manipulator, Ill play it better.

Noah, predictable as ever, sounded touched. "You're the best, Harper."

"I try," I said, seizing the moment. "But listen, my reputation is in the toilet right now. No one will hire me. Do you have any projects I can join?"

Noah asked his agent a few questions in the background, then came back on the line. "There's a new livestream reality show. I was going to bring Daisy on it to boost her profile. Why don't you come too?"

"Perfect," I said.

This was exactly what I wanted.

I hung up the phone and smiled.

Let the games begin.

Chapter 4

The day of the recording arrived fast.

I walked into the dressing room. Daisy Lane was already claiming the makeup chair like a throne.

My eyes snapped to her reflection. She was wearing a deep purple couture gown, the fabric dusting the floor like a midnight sky, embellished with hundreds of real diamonds.

It was breathtaking. It was also mine.

I froze. "Isn't that my dress?"

My assistant, Emily Foster, had delivered that gown yesterday specifically for me to wear today.

Daisy met my eyes in the mirror and gave a faint, pitying smile. "Harper, honestly? You should be grateful you're even allowed on this show with everyone hating you right now."

"This dress is wasted on you," she continued. "If the audience sees you looking expensive, they'll just hate you more. I'm doing this for your own good."

I frowned. "That is a custom piece sponsored by the brand. The contract explicitly states I have to wear it."

Daisy raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "What brand? Are they going to boss me around just because they threw a little sponsorship money at the show? Whatever it costs, Noah can pay double."

She raised her voice slightly, and immediately, the entire makeup room shifted to support her.

"Daisy looks like a runaway princess in this," one stylist gushed. "It suits her way better."

"Don't worry, honey," another added. "We'll call the brand. Once they know it's Daisy Lane wearing it, they'll be thrilled."

Even my own agent, Mackenzie Davis, pulled me into a corner. "Harper, drop it," she hissed. "Its a miracle were even here. Why fight her? Shes the future Mrs. Knight. No one dares to cross her."

I wasn't even angry anymore. I was just baffled. "Okay, but the video of me and Charles Montgomery went viral too. Why doesn't anyone think I'm the future Mrs. Montgomery and give me some respect?"

Mackenzie looked at me like I was delusional. "You? A Montgomery? Please. Daisy is officially with Noah Knight."

"You? In that video, Charles Montgomery didn't even look at you," Mackenzie added. "You clearly haven't even made it past the front gate."

So, my own father is the one who sabotaged me.

I held back a scream. Next time I play chess with that old man, I am absolutely destroying him.

While I sat in the corner getting my basic makeup done, other C-list celebrities flooded the room. They ignored me completely and flocked to Daisy like moths to a flame.

"Daisy, the industry is so tough right now," one actress whined. "If you get any new scripts, please think of us!"

Daisy waved her hand magnanimously. "No problem. I'll just make a call to Frank Wrightyou know, the head of the agency? He denies me nothing."

"I'll get him to greenlight whatever projects we want," she promised. "You'll all be stars."

The room erupted in excited squeals. They treated her like royalty.

I sat there, rubbing my temples.

My dad, Charles "The Shark" Montgomery, is stubborn as a mule. Even I, his biological daughter, started as a nameless extra and clawed my way up.

The idea that hed let Noah throw millions at bad movies for Daisys friends was laughable.

I couldn't help it. I spoke up. "You guys have some wild fantasies about how billionaire families work. Connections help, but money isn't magic. It can't buy talent."

The room went dead silent. Then, it exploded.

Daisy spun around in her chair. "Harper Quinn, what is that supposed to mean? If money isn't everything, then why are you trying so hard to sleep your way into a rich family?"

Next to her, Tiffany BooneDaisys loyal lapdogjumped in. "Harper is just bitter. She can't marry into money, so she hates on it."

"Exactly," another girl chimed in. "She's just jealous of Daisy. Harper, the diamond ring Noah is going to buy for Daisy costs more than youll earn in fifty years. Keep hating."

I sat calmly in the center of their mockery. I even offered Daisy a polite smile.

Go ahead, I thought. Keep looking forward to that engagement. Dream about it all you want.

Because if I let that marriage actually happen?

Ill legally change my name to "Idiot."

The livestream kicked off, and the production team wasted no time trying to force the narrative.

They wanted to sell the "Noah and Daisy" romance hard. The set design made it obvious.

In the center of the room, two plush sofas were pushed together, their backrests curving to form a perfect heart shape. It was a "Loveseat"literally designed for couples.

Daisy Lane walked in first. With the confidence of a woman who owns the place, she claimed the left half of the heart.

I walked in right behind her.

I scanned the room. Off to the side, shoved into a corner, was a single, hard wooden chair. Clearly meant for me.

I ignored it completely.

I walked straight to the heart sofa and sat down on the right half.

The screen exploded with premium animations. "Daisy's_Army sent a Super Yacht!" "Team_Noah dropped 500 Roses!" The chat flooded, scrolling so fast it was a blur.

"???"

"Why is that ugly woman blocking our view of the gifts?"

"Is Harper Quinn insane? That seat is obviously for Noah!"

"Why is she sitting there? Stop blocking the ship!"

"I want to see Daisy and Noah! Get that clout chasers face off the screen!"

Daisys face flushed red, a crack appearing in her perfect mask. But the cameras were rolling. She had to maintain her "innocent angel" persona.

She couldn't scream at me.

Instead, she leaned in, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Harper, honey? That seat is for Noah."

"Huh?" I blinked, playing the confused bimbo. "I didn't see a name tag on it."

Just then, Noah Knight walked onto the set.

I looked up at him immediately. "Noah, do you mind if I sit here?"

Noah looked at Daisy, whose eyes were wide and pleading, practically begging him to kick me off. He hesitated.

"Okay, never mind," I said, letting out a small, weary sigh. "I'll move."

I stood up and started walking toward the wooden chair in the corner.

It looked like a torture device. Flat, hard wood with zero cushion. We were filming for eight hours straight. Sitting there would be torture.

Specifically for me. My lower back is a mess. Years ago, when we were kids, Noah and I went ice skating. He lost his balance, and I hit the ice so he wouldn't have to.

Noah knows this.

The second his eyes landed on that wooden chair, he panicked.

"No," Noah said sharply. "You stay on the sofa. I'll take the chair."

The comment section froze.

"Wait, what? Why isn't Noah defending his girl?"

"Why is he being so nice to the desperate stalker?"

"Oh, I get it. He has to be nice because she's banging his dad."

"Harper Quinn is actually evil. She can't have the son, so she becomes the stepmom just to torture him!"

The production crew wasn't about to let their billion-dollar movie star sit on a wooden stool. They scrambled onto the set and dragged in a luxurious single armchair for him.

So, the new arrangement was: Daisy on the left, me in the middle, and Noah on the right.

I was the wall between the lovebirds.

I leaned back, comfortable and smug. Noah didn't seem to mind. But Daisy? She looked like she was about to explode.

I knew exactly what happened. Daisy definitely bribed a production assistant. That wooden chair was her little gift to me.

She probably planned a whole routine of cute PDA moments on that heart sofa to go viral. Now, with me sitting between them, her entire plan was ruined.

Desperate and angry, Daisy decided to attack.

She nudged me playfully, pretending to be concerned. "Harper, aren't you worried? Being on a show like this... exposing yourself to the public?"

"Dad might not like it," she added. "You know his generation. They're very traditional. He prefers women who stay home and take care of the family."

She was trying to paint me as a rebellious mistress disobeying her sugar daddy.

I let out a cold laugh. "Charles Montgomery is just getting old, Daisy. He's not living in the Dark Ages."

My comeback was sharp, but Daisys fans in the comments didn't care.

"Daisy is just trying to give her advice! Why is Harper so aggressive?"

"Harper is just jealous. She has to clap back at everything."

"Daisy is too pure. She's actually trying to be friends with the homewrecker trying to steal her boyfriend's dad."

I wasn't done yet.

I turned to Daisy, keeping my voice calm but loud enough for the microphones. "Also, let's work on your manners. Don't go around calling people 'Dad' so casually."

"You and Noah have been dating for, what, a month?" I asked. "You aren't exactly at the 'marriage and in-laws' stage yet."

A flash of pure hatred crossed Daisy's eyes. It was there for a split second before she buried it.

She shrank back like a scolded child. "You're right. You are... older than me. I should respect my seniors."

She made it sound like I was her wicked stepmother bullying her.

The chat exploded again.

"My poor baby Daisy! She's so polite even when Harper is being a witch."

"Harper thinks she's an elder? Charles is just playing with her because she's young and hot. She'll never see a ring."

"The Montgomery family only accepts classy women like Daisy. Harper isn't even fit to be a maid in that house."

A few sane people tried to defend me.

"Okay, but Daisy was kind of rude first? Saying Charles doesn't let women leave the house? That's weird."

"Also, Harper and Noah have known each other since they were kids. Who is really the outsider here?"

But their comments were instantly buried under an avalanche of hate.

We were halfway through the recording when the atmosphere shifted. Phones started buzzing. Crew members were whispering.

Something massive had just happened.

Breaking News: Billionaire Charles Montgomery spotted on a date night... with his ex-wife, Regina King.

Chapter 5

When the news hit, Noah and I locked eyes. Pure, unadulterated joy rushed through us.

But we weren't the only ones celebrating.

Daisy Lane looked like she had just won the lottery.

During the commercial break, she slid up next to me, a smug grin plastered on her face. "Well, look at that. Charles Montgomery is getting back together with his ex-wife."

"Guess your gold-digger dreams just shattered into a million pieces, huh?" she sneered.

I rolled my eyes, trying to walk away, but she blocked my path.

"Remember when we started?" she asked. "You were the star, and I had to beg you for scraps. I bet you never thought I'd be the one on top."

I couldn't really blame her for being cocky. The Knight family empire is massive. Marrying into it is like hitting the ultimate jackpot.

Everyone around us already treats Daisy like she owns the place because they are terrified of offending the future Mrs. Knight.

Too bad I don't scare easily.

I gave a cold laugh. "You think you're special? The only thing special about you, Daisy, is how incredibly stupid you are."

Daisy snapped. Her face twisted in rage. "Watch your back, Harper. Once I marry Noah, I'll have you blacklisted. One word from me, and you'll never work in this town again."

I mimicked her fake, high-pitched baby voice, widening my eyes in mock terror. "For real? Oh no, I'm so scared! Boo-hoo."

Daisy looked like she was about to have a stroke. Realizing she couldn't win a verbal war with me, she stomped off to find Noah to cry to.

She searched everywhere, but she couldn't find him.

That's because the second she left, Noah came straight to find me.

We found a quiet corner. He looked at me, eyes welling up with tears. I looked back at him, my own vision blurring.

We didn't say a word. We just grabbed each other in a tight, desperate hug.

"They finally got back together!" Noah sobbed into my shoulder. "We finally have a mom and a dad again!"

I sniffled, patting his back. "Thank God. If I had to play messenger between those two stubborn idiots one more time, I was going to lose my mind."

We were caught up in the emotional family reunion moment. We were so happy that our broken home was healing.

We didn't notice that Daisy had circled back.

She stood in the shadows, watching us. From her perspective, she saw her boyfriend passionately embracing the woman she hated most.

Daisy saw red.

She didn't dare scream at Noah. Instead, she waited until he walked away to wipe his face. Then, she charged at me like a bull.

I was in the dressing room touching up my lipstick when she grabbed my arm. Her nails dug into my skin as she yanked me out of the room and dragged me into a dark, secluded hallway.

"Harper Quinn, are you stalking me? It wasn't enough to crash my date? You followed us all the way to Noah's house?!"

I stared at her, dead silent.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" She got right in my face. "You know you're a whre, that's why you can't say anything, right?"

No.

I wasn't speaking because...

Back in the dressing room, the sound guy had just clipped my mic on.

It was live.

Every single word coming out of Daisy Lane's mouth was being broadcast in high-definition audio to millions of viewers