Sophie Danielle Novel Bullied by my roommate, I stopped hiding that I'm a billionaire's daughter.

I tried to stay invisible.

I let my roommate insult me, rummage through my things, spread rumors, and even parade her knockoffs around like they were superior to mine.
None of it mattereduntil she stole my scholarship and labeled me unfit for it. That was when my patience finally snapped.

And when my father made one single phone call, the girl who called me low-brow finally realized who she had been provoking.


Recently, my roommate Danielle Clementine has been dating a so-called trust fund guy, and she flaunts it around the dorm nonstop.

Hey, check out this Tiffany bracelet he got me. Isnt it gorgeous? She lifted her wrist toward the light, angling it so the metal glinted dramatically.

Wow, that mustve cost thousands! Your boyfriend treats you so well!

For real! Does he have any friends? Set us up!

The girls crowded around her, piling on compliments. Their worship made Danielle glow like shed just won a pageant.

She even tossed out a handful of high-end cosmetics, and the others scrambled to grab them, squealing in excitement.

I sat off to the side reading, not joining the commotion. That, of course, caught Danielles attention.
She shot me an annoyed look.

Sophie, dont you think this Tiffany bracelet is stunning? Way better than that cheap silver bangle you always wear, right?

I glanced at the bracelet and immediately recognized the telltale signsit was a knockoff.
The plain silver bracelet on my wrist? Limited-edition Tiffany.

Still, I stayed low-key. Yeah, its pretty. My silver bracelet is nothing special.

Pleased, Danielle walked over and snapped my book shut.

Sophie, you really need to, like, invest in decent jewelry. Its embarrassing standing next to you.

I didnt respond. Everyone knew Danielles background wasnt glamorous; she wasnt even solid middle-class. Before this boyfriend, she lived in cheap T-shirts and jeans. Now she acted like a socialite.

I quietly reopened my book, trying to find my place.

Alexa Wind looped her arm through Danielles. Forget her. You two arent in the same league anyway. Lets go eat tonightI want the full update about you and your boyfriend.

Danielle smirked. Cant. Im going out with him tonight.

Jealousy flashed across Alexas face. At some fancy restaurant, right? Dont forget to post pictures!

Danielle didnt answer. She spent fifteen minutes applying makeup, put on her only dress worth over $500, and strutted out like a swan.

That evening, I ordered spicy gumbo and ate in the dorm while Alexa squealed, Danielle just posted! Lookfoie gras, caviar, red wine, steak oh my gosh!

The roommates crowded around her. Alexa looked at my gumbo with disdain.

Some people go on luxury dates, and some stay home with cheap gumbo. Talk about contrast.

Gumbo was now a moral failing, apparently.

She shoved her phone at me. Look how perfect they look together.

I glanced at the photoand paused.

The trust fund guy in the picture?

My familys new security guard.

My dad had made his fortune in Seattle after an early jackpot win, and during high school Id had everythingdesigner clothes, a chauffeur. Unfortunately, that also made me a target, and I almost got kidnapped.

Since then, Dad insisted I keep a low profile. Even though he bought a mansion in Greenwich, Connecticut, near Columbia University, he encouraged me to stay in the campus dorms.

I still liked quality clothing, but to avoid attention, Id often call my things knockoffs. Eventually, everyone assumed I was a poser with a taste for fakes.

I didnt care. I was here to study.
Dad always said: We only have money. You have to earn the honor.

A whole wall of our home displayed my awardseach framed like a priceless treasure. Once, Dad climbed a ladder to fix a peeling corner on one of the frames.

My goal in college was to win scholarships every year. Money meant nothing; the recognition did.

Recently, we replaced our security guard, and the previous one recommended his nephew, Tony James. He seemed responsible. I had no reason to expect hed pose as a rich boyfriend for Danielle.

As the roommates gushed over her post, I couldnt help but laugh silently.




Danielle returned from her date wearing a knockoff Chanel outfit and carrying a pile of gifts. One by one, she laid them out as the roommates crowded around.

Danielle, that Chanel looks amazing.

Gucci perfume? Can I just hold it?

Ugh, Im so jealous!

Danielle smiled smugly and stole a glance at me before lifting one bag. Sophie, I remember you have a similar Herms. Want to compare?

I removed an earbud and watched calmly as she opened my locker and pulled out my Herms tote.

She placed hers beside mine and raised her voice dramatically. Hmm? Sophie, yours looks a bit different from mine.

Different was an understatement. Her bag had the shiny surface and thick piping typical of a knockoff.

Feigning innocence, she said, How strange. Mines a gift from my boyfriend. Yours is from home, right?

Alexa chimed in eagerly, Oh yeah. Sophie started school with knockoffs. Makes sense her bag wouldnt be real.

Then, as if she were some wise critic, Alexa continued, Sophie, buying fake designer stuff doesnt change your background. Flaunting knockoffs only distorts your values.