The 100 Billion Heir Shocked Everyone After Being Ridiculed

"Mom, just send me one point five; three is too much," I said, sitting on my dorm bed during a video call with my mother, Elodie Quentin.

"It's fine, sweetie," Elodie replied, "I just sold some fish today and made five."

My roommate walked in just then, overhearing the conversation.

From that point on, she spread the word that I was just a fish seller's daughter.

She even told everyone that, despite my apparent wealth, I was struggling to make ends meet and that my tuition and living expenses were all funded by my parents' fish sales.

What she didn't know was that Elodie's "five" actually meant five million.

Elodie ran a seafood import-export business with hundreds of branches across the country, pulling in billions in net profit every year.

And my dad, Quentin, wasn't just any celebrity; he was a sought-after heartthrob and the hottest leading man in the entertainment industry.

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As summer vacation approached, I sat on my dorm bed and called Elodie on video.

"Mom, just send me one point five; three is too much," I said.

Elodie, with a wide-brimmed hat and sweat beading her forehead, replied from the video, "Don't worry, Lillian, I just sold some fish today and made five."

Just as I was about to say more, my roommate, Jennifer Minogue, walked in, catching a glance at my phone. Her face twisted with disgust.

Since entering university, I'd dressed in high-end brands and even footed the bill for class outings. My classmates assumed I was a wealthy second-generation kid.

For this, I attracted a fair share of sycophants.

But I knew they were drawn not by who I was but by my wallet.

My roommate Jennifer harbored resentment towards me and even spread malicious rumors about me outside, suggesting my wealth was tainted, and some sugar daddy might have kept me.

However, what she didn't know was that I preferred to keep my profile low.

Elodie ran an import-export seafood business with hundreds of branches across the country, earning billions in net profit each year, with business interests spanning dozens of industry sectors.

Meanwhile, Osborne, the hottest leading man in the entertainment industry and a top male star in his prime, could charm the pants off teenagers with just his looks.

Elodie had mentioned sending me three million because I had my eye on a luxury yacht near the seaside campus. This was to be my reward after successfully entering college.

I had planned to reserve it during summer vacation and invite my classmates for a joyride.

Hence, Elodie sent the money early, as new luxury yachts required customization.

However, when I called, Elodie was enthusiastically trawling with fishermen, providing Jennifer the perfect opportunity to concoct stories about me.

She blithely spread rumors around school, dubbing me a fishmonger's daughter and accusing me of selling a fake upper-class image, labeling me shameless.

Soon, the story of my fishmonger heritage spread throughout campus, with discussions about the extent of my family's poverty, wondering how impoverished we must be to need to sell fish to cover tuition and living expenses.

"So, Lillian isn't the real deal. She looked so innocent, yet so fake," they'd say.

"Even her designer labels are fakes. She's so vain."

"Or maybe she's actually using genuine goods, just letting a sugar daddy foot the bill."

"So materialistic at such a young age, her mom selling fish for her education, and she's out there glomming onto sugar daddies."

After a period of time, I became synonymous with superficiality and avarice, the object of scorn and whispers in school.

Even a maliciously Photoshopped picture of me appeared on the school forum.

But I'd never been one to concern myself with such matters. Consequently, I remained ignorant of this popularity-gone-awry.