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CHARLOTTEThe Hamilton’s mansion had not changed one bit. It still looked the same as it did three years ago.I felt a wave of sadness hit me when I stepped through the entrance.This was where it all began and ended. And now I was back.“And what?” A voice sneered, getting my attention, and I rushed into the mansion.Shock flashed through my face when I saw my son, Charles, being manhandled by a maid.“What are you going to do? Nothing! You cannot do anything since your useless mother is not here! And she willnever be. She’s in prison forever, and your daddy doesn’t even care about you.” She bit at the young boy.“Stop!” I clenched my fist tight and yelled, “Stop it!” I marched towards the maid, anger coursing through me.When I got to her, I didn't let the shock of seeing my son register as I roughly pushed her.She gasped, stumbling. When she looked up to see who’d pushed her, the expression on her face changed from disdain to surprise.She was surprised to see me. Well, good for

CHARLOTTEMy throat bobbed as I sat before the doctor who examined me.I clenched my fist tight, my chest heaving with deep breaths as anxiety rolled through my veins in waves.After a few minutes, the doctor sighed and turned to us, extending the result.“From what I see, I advise against her donating the bone marrow. Her recent health condition does not allow it. I think you should find another donor.” He told us, dropping his glasses gently on the desk.Relief washed through me at his words, but it was short-lived when Liam’s voice came through.“No!” He exclaimed adamantly, and I flinched.His eyes turned dark as he picked up the file, skimming through the pages. “She is strong enough.“He held my hand up in the air.The doctor shook his head, “Mr. Liam, I understand your pressing need for a donor, but Mrs. Charlotte is not the right person. The surgery could harm her in different ways and even lead to her death. I would say you should find a healthy donor to speed up time and—”“

CHARLOTTEIn the blink of an eye, Noah landed a punch on Liam.“You bastard!” Liam rushed forward to retaliate, but I moved between them, spreading my arms to obstruct him.“Stop! Stop, please!” I cried desperately and then looked at Liam pleadingly.But he just scoffed and spat out blood from his bruised lips. “Measly bastards! That is what you both are. You know, right?”His chest rumbled with wicked laughter as he swiped his mouth with his palm.Noah moved to punch him again, but I held him back.“No,” I shook my head. “He is not worth it,” I told him, pushing him back.Liam clapped, still not giving up. “You want to protect your sister, huh? Then it would be best if you protected yourself first, Noah. Your sister is an imposter, or have you forgotten how she managed to live under Sophia’s identity for so long?” He spat. “She will do the same to you if you’re not careful.”“My sister didn't–” I pulled Noah back, shutting him off before he could continue. “Let’s just leave.”“But si

CHARLOTTEThe DNA test results trembled in my hands, each word a dagger to my heart. I read them again, desperately hoping the letters would rearrange themselves into a different truth. They didn't."This can't be right," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the suffocating silence of the Windsor family study.My father—no, Mr. Windsor now—cleared his throat. "I'm afraid it is, Charlotte. You're... you're not our daughter."The world tilted on its axis. I gripped the mahogany desk, my knuckles white, as memories flashed through my mind: birthday parties, family vacations, my lavish wedding. All lies."But how?" I choked out.As if summoned by my question, Sophia Smith glided into the room, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "It's quite simple, really," she purred. "My mother, your beloved nanny Anna, switched us at birth. I'm the true Windsor heiress."I turned to my moth—to Mrs. Windsor, silently pleading. She averted her gaze, shame coloring her cheeks."Anna confessed every