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At The Charity Ball, They Seated Me In The Kitchen—Then My Donation Changed Everything

At The Charity Ball, They Seated Me In The Kitchen—Then My Donation Changed Everything @Revenge Zone "The kitchen entrance is that way," my stepmother Margaret pointed without looking up from her clipboard. "Staff dinner is at five." I adjusted my understated black dress – hand-tailored in Paris, worth more than her annual country club dues. "Actually, I'm here as a guest." "Oh, darling," she laughed, finally looking up. "The Harrison Foundation Winter Ball is invitation only. For donors." Through the ballroom's grand doors, I could see the city's elite arriving, each trying to outshine the others with their displays of wealth. None of them knowing about the wire transfer I'd authorized that morning. "I have a ticket," I said quietly. "A ticket?" My stepsister Bethany appeared, dripping in diamonds that suddenly looked costume-quality compared to the single perfect stone hidden at my throat. "Did you win some kind of contest?" "Something like that," I smiled, thinking of my offshore accounts and the foundation's imminent announcement. Margaret checked her guest list with exaggerated care. "I don't see your name, dear. Though we do need extra help in the kitchen. The caviar station is understaffed." I checked my watch – Swiss-made, discrete, worth more than their cars combined. The announcement would come at eight. "The seating chart?" I asked innocently. "Oh, honey," Bethany smirked. "Those tables are for actual donors. People who matter." My phone buzzed – confirmation that the transfer had cleared. One hundred million dollars, anonymously donated. For now. "I'm sure we can find you a spot in the kitchen," Margaret offered with false generosity. "Near the other help." I caught a glimpse of my father through the crowd, still handsome in his tuxedo, still oblivious to how his new wife had systematically pushed me to the margins of his life after mom died. "Your father worked so hard to build this foundation," Margaret reminded me, her voice dripping honey-coated venom. "We can't have anything... embarrassing tonight." The foundation. Dad's pride and joy, built from a small family charity into a major philanthropic force. The same foundation now teetering on the edge of financial collapse – a fact only the board and I knew. "I understand," I said, thinking of the emergency board meeting last week. The desperate need for a major donor. The quiet empire I'd built while they weren't looking. "The kitchen staff has their own table," Bethany added, adjusting her tiara – cubic zirconia, though she told everyone it was family heritage. "You can sit with Rosa. She's been here forever, just like you." Rosa, who'd practically raised me after Mom died. Who'd watched Margaret sweep in and gradually convince Dad that his daughter was somehow... less. "Perfect," I smiled, touching the USB drive in my clutch containing proof of Margaret's creative accounting. "I'm sure Rosa and I will have lots to catch up on." "Just stay out of sight during the donor announcement," Margaret warned. "We have someone very special making a transformative gift." If she only knew. "The kitchen table," I agreed, watching the foundation's director approach with panic in his eyes. He'd been calling me all day, desperate to confirm the anonymous transfer. "Margaret!" he called. "The major donor's representative is here!" Revenge Stories, Pro Revenge, Petty Revenge, Malicious Compliance, Karma, Instant Karma, Reddit Stories, Revenge Saga, Best Revenge, Getting Even, Sweet Revenge.