Fake Heiress? I'm Actually Their Creditor

Sienna Jensen knocked my phone to the ground before I could finish my sentence. She then crushed it under her high heel, grinding on it until the screen cracked. She only stopped when smoke began to rise from the device.

"You have some guts trying to tattle to Mom. Have you really deluded yourself into thinking that you can take my place just because you've spent a few years with them?" she demanded, scrutinizing me.

"Everything that you're wearing and using right now was bought with my family's money. I can't believe that you're so shameless.

"You knew that I was coming back today, didn't you? How dare you try to show off in front of me by driving my family's car? Are you trying to flaunt how spoiled you are?"

Sienna scoffed before scratching my car with her sharp nails.

I frowned when the grating noise reached my ears and barked out an indignant laugh as I looked at the deep marks on the surface of the car.

My car was a global, limited edition model. Only three units were sold in every area.

I only managed to get my hands on it after using my connections, and I paid more than five million dollars for it. I also had to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on it annually just for its maintenance fee.

Sienna was extremely bold for damaging my property the moment she showed up.

She stuck her chin in the air and sneered, "This car was bought with my family's money, which means it belongs to me. No one can say a word, even if I did destroy it."

The onlookers began to discuss among themselves as they excitedly watched the drama unfold.

"Looks like the true heiress of the Jensen family has a short temper. She started intimidating the fake heiress the moment she showed up. I'm guessing that she's going to have a considerable amount of influence in the family."

"But I heard that the Jensen family is saddled with a mountain of debt. Where did they get the money to buy such an expensive car for the fake heiress?"

"The Jensens have cherished the fake heiress like a precious treasure for the past few years. They've never let her show her face in public. I guess the rumors were true."

Sienna's face twisted into an upset expression upon hearing their words.

Jealousy flickered in her eyes when she looked at my face and noticed my smooth skin.

"They only doted on her because they thought she was me. I'm the one who shares the same blood as them. She never would have gotten the chance to live such a lavish lifestyle if we weren't switched at birth."

I burst into laughter when I realized that Sienna truly believed that I was the fake heiress of the Jensen family. Truth be told, it was strange that the other guests, who were there to attend her welcoming party, didn't recognize who I was. That made me wonder who they were.

I took a deep breath and said, "You've got the wrong—"

However, I wasn't able to finish my sentence before Sienna picked up the ledger and threw it in my face again.

"Stop spouting nonsense. Are you going to pay the one million dollar maternity fee?"

Disregarding the fact that I wasn't the fake heiress of the Jensen family—and even if I was—the lady of the Jensen family, Molly Dawson, didn't give birth to me. So why did I have to pay for the nine months that I didn't spend in her belly?

A burst of loud laughter interrupted me before I could say a single word.

"Did all of you hear that my actual sister is coming home today? Are you here to celebrate her return?"