From Scandal Starlet to Vengeance Heiress, This Time, I Hold the Script - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

What I knew was this: after I went missing, my birth mother spent years searching for me. Eventually, the endless guilt and despair drove her to slit her wrists.
And after I became famous, constantly appearing on screens everywhere, my grandmother recognized me immediately—her long-lost granddaughter!
She came to my door over and over again, begging me to take a DNA test, desperate to have me back in her life.
The person who wanted me home was never some high-and-mighty Mr. Harrison or his arrogant son!
"It was my grandmother who asked me to come home."
Bridget glared at me when he heard this and roared: "So what if Grandma recognized you! Whoever makes the money calls the shots! My dad should be the one with the final say!"
"Besides, my brother is Dad's hand-picked choice—the Harrison family's one and only future heir! If he says you can't come in, then don't even think about stepping foot in the Harrison house!"
I smirked coldly.
Figures—she's not even real family, so she doesn't know who actually runs the show around here.
I gave her an icy stare, pulled out a chair, and sat down with total confidence, a cold smile playing on my lips: "Fine by me. Let's wait for the old man to get back."
With the livestream numbers climbing higher and higher, I smiled to myself.
If I didn't make this big enough, these two would never figure out who held the real power!
I leisurely scrolled through the live comments.
The livestream numbers climbing higher and higher.
Perfect.
Suddenly a furious roar shook the air.
"What the hell is going on?! Since when did the Harrison family become someone else's drama stage?!"
I looked up to see Richard Harrison, my supposed blood father, his face twisted with rage.
I slowly stood up and looked at him with cold amusement: "Nobody's treating this like a stage. But some people have definitely made themselves way too comfortable in a nest that was never theirs."
Richard scanned the crowd of cameras and reporters, his face turning dark: "Butler Thompson! Get these reporters out of here!"
The paparazzi erupted: "On what grounds?! We're just filming Serenity!"
"Look at Mr. Moneybags throwing his weight around! Won't even let his own daughter through the door—where's the justice in that?!"
Richard's temple veins bulged: "Own daughter? Who knows if she's just here for the Harrison family money! Don't think that just because you made a few adult films and got some fame, you're all that!"
"We're willing to acknowledge her as our daughter, but instead of being grateful, she comes back here trying to destroy the Harrison family's century-old reputation!"
Looking at Richard, I felt nothing but disgust.
This man changed his own last name just to climb the social ladder, and he had the nerve to lecture me?
Funny!
Seeing me stay quiet, Jake figured I was scared and started barking orders at the security: "Throw them all out! And for the next few days, if I see a single negative story about the Harrison family, heads are gonna roll!"
The paparazzi looked at each other nervously, most of them reluctantly lowering their cameras.
But they seemed to forget—this was still streaming live!
Bridget pointed at me with cold sarcasm: "Looks like this family reunion isn't happening today. We'll talk again when the big star is willing to strip down and accept the cleansing ritual."
Richard looked at me with pure disdain: "Don't think having some shared DNA means you can push us around! The Harrison family doesn't welcome women who sell their bodies!"
"Get the hell out of here before you contaminate our property!"
Just then, a powerful voice boomed from outside—
"I'd like to see who dares to touch a finger on my dear granddaughter!"
An angry white-haired elderly woman walked in, leaning on her cane—
My grandmother, the real power behind the Harrison family.