Amelia Ivy NovelShe used the trading system to steal my money for charity

My family is clearly the wealthiest in New York, but even for an $8 takeout order, I still click refund only.
That's because in my past life, my family's housekeeper Evie Hudson's daughter Ivy Robertson had bound herself to some kind of transaction system. Every dollar I spent would end up in her pocket.
So Ivy started using moral blackmail to pressure me into donating to all the underprivileged students at school.
I thought it was a good deed, so I didn't think twice about it and wrote a check for $2 million straight away.
But somehow, that money magically became Ivy's deposit, while my check showed an amount of zero.
Everyone called me a fraud, and even the man I was keeping broke up with me.
But Ivy used the money I had spent to do good deeds and make donations everywhere, becoming the "beautiful, kind-hearted rich person" in everyone's eyes. She even turned around and slandered me, claiming I was the housekeeper's daughter.
I was so furious that I pulled out my black card and went on a shopping spree, trying to prove I had money, only to discover the card's limit had been instantly drained.
Meanwhile, Ivy generously transferred $8 million and mocked me: "You're broke but still trying to act rich. Does your mom's housekeeper salary give you enough to keep up this charade?"
I faced online harassment like never before. Unable to handle the pressure, I had a complete mental breakdown.
And for some reason, my body quickly deteriorated too. I died before my father Archie Robertson could come save me.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Ivy pressured me to donate to all the underprivileged students at school.
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A girl said, "Amelia, you're so vain. You're just a housekeeper's daughter, yet you insist on pretending to be rich and donating to underprivileged students." Amelia Robertson is my name.
Another girl chimed in, "Exactly! If Miss Robertson hadn't kindly covered that $2 million for you today, you'd be a complete fraud.
"You better apologize to Miss Robertson right now. Otherwise, I'm taking you straight to the police station!"
The chorus of accusations rang in my ears. It wasn't until everyone started pushing and shoving me that I snapped back to reality.
Looking at the angry faces of my classmates, I finally realized I had truly been reborn.
And I was right back on the day Ivy used that transaction system to manipulate me into donating to all the underprivileged students at school.
Just moments ago, the $2 million check I had personally donated suddenly turned into a blank check.
But Ivy immediately transferred the exact same amount as a donation, then turned around and slandered me, claiming I was the housekeeper's daughter.
Seeing my silence, Ivy immediately rushed forward.
She put on a caring act and urged me, "Amelia, I've overlooked you stealing my haute couture dresses and limited edition bags. But now you dare to commit donation fraud in public?
"Since you can't actually donate any money to everyone anyway, just admit your mistake and apologize. Otherwise, I won't be able to protect you anymore."
Looking at the calculation in Ivy's eyes, I knew she was deliberately trying to provoke me with her words.
In my past life, I had indeed acted impulsively.
I was so angry that I pulled out my black card, told the underprivileged students to spend freely, and promised to donate however much they spent.
But just as the underprivileged students swore to max out the black card and happily went to pay, the POS machine suddenly issued a warning.
Then a mechanical female voice announced: "Insufficient funds on this card. Please try again."
Meanwhile, Ivy generously transferred over ten million dollars and promised to cover all the underprivileged students' expenses.
In an instant, I became everyone's most hated person, while Ivy became the beautiful, kind-hearted rich person.
Just as I was thinking about how to break out of this predicament, my boyfriend James Simpson suddenly burst out.
He was dressed head to toe in designer brands, wearing a 3333-7777 million watch on his wrist.
James arrogantly pointed at me and cursed, "Amelia, I thought you were actually rich. Turns out you're just a fake pretending to be wealthy! If you hadn't shamelessly pleased me this whole Christmas, I wouldn't have given you a second glance. We're breaking up right now!"
But originally, it was James who envied my luxurious lifestyle and shamelessly begged me to keep him.
If he hadn't been decent-looking, I wouldn't have kept him either.
But now James looked at me like I was trash, even kicking me hard in the chest, as if afraid I'd cling to him.
People around us applauded and loudly congratulated James for "escaping his miserable situation."