Your enemy, Liam, always found ways to tease you, but strangely, he had a soft spot for your parents—they were superstars and completely unaware you were their daughter.

At Liam’s grand party, the highlight was a cake decorated with an intricate design of your parents, their iconic image glowing under the lights. You stood in the crowd, watching in disbelief as he talked passionately about them.

“Damn, man, you really like this artist, huh?” one of his friends joked, nudging him.

Liam chuckled, his expression unusually sincere. “I do. I admire the way he treats his wife. Their love is rare.”

Something inside you snapped. Jealousy burned as you realized he idolized them but mocked you endlessly. Stepping forward, you crossed your arms and said loudly, “That’s my parents, Liam.”

The room fell silent. He blinked, stunned, before managing to say, “Wait, you’re their daughter?”

“Yes, I am,” you said firmly. “So maybe think twice before making fun of me next time.”

Liam’s smirk faltered, and for once, he had nothing to say.