Real Heiress? Fake Heir?

The next day, people showed up just as expected.

Seeing me dressed in sleek, neat men’s clothes, the people who had just arrived froze in place.

The commenters were not doing much better.

“Wtf girl? You transformed from real heiress to fake heir overnight!”

“Girl, you lost ur mind!! You’re already at a disadvantage without the fancy upbringing. This is a bad move.”

“It’s over, guys. Time to hit the bed, nothing to see here.”

The man approached and looked at me cautiously: “Are you Rory Lynch?”

I nodded.

After exchanging bemused glances, they brought me to get a DNA test.

Once the result came out, the butler brought me home.

Before even stepping inside, I heard my impostor, Giselle Morgan, sobbing inside:

“I stole her place. I should just leave. She’ll be upset when she sees me.”

Mom coaxed her in a low, gentle voice: “What silly talk is that? You will always be our daughter. Nobody’s chasing you away.”

My older brother, Julian, pulled out a jewelry box.

“I just got this at an auction. See if you like it.”

My younger brother, Gavin, stomped his feet in anger and smashed a water glass onto the floor.

“Mom, Dad, after all these years, wouldn’t giving her some money be enough? Why bring her back at all?”

The glass shattered near my feet, a flying shard grazing the back of my hand.

“Mom, Dad, I’m back.”

Gavin opened his mouth to swear: “I don’t care about blood ties. My one and only sister is—”

Getting a clear look at my appearance, he choked back the rest of the sentence.

“You... you're not a girl?”

I wiped the blood from the back of my hand: “Right, so no competition there.”

Mom and Dad were completely stunned. Ignoring Giselle, they both rushed over, wrapping me in a tight embrace as they burst into tears:

“It wasn’t a mistake? They swapped the babies on purpose? Those absolute monsters, look how they made our boy suffer. Twenty years he’s been out there...”

Giselle, who had been weeping, suddenly froze mid-sob.

The expression on her face shifted from aggrieved to confused, then to a mix of unnamable emotions.

Only Julian dropped his previous casual demeanor, his eyes suddenly sharp with scrutiny.

I patted Mom and Dad’s hands, comforting them: “It’s fine. I’m back now.”

Then I looked toward Giselle.

“She has no blame in this. Her parents just wanted her to have a better life.”

Hearing my words, Giselle no longer had that delicate, pity-seeking look from before. Painted on her face now was an almost imperceptible tension and embarrassment.

“Mom, Dad, Giselle has lived with you for over twenty years, and her biological parents passed away. Let her stay. I wouldn’t mind having a younger sister.”

The favoritism I’d read in Mom’s eyes earlier had vanished, replaced by praise for me and blame for herself.

She looked at Giselle.

“See how much your brother cares about you? Be good to Rory from now on. If not for you...”

Giselle barely managed to force a smile: “Thank you, Rory.”

After introducing me to everyone, Mom and Dad gathered the household staff for a lengthy training session.

Very quickly, a huge room on the third floor was arranged for me, matching the treatment given to Julian and Gavin.

There was no dispute ending with me yielding. Everything went smoothly as if this was always meant to be.

Glancing at the first-floor guest room that had originally been prepared for me, I let out a subtle smile.

My vision was instantly flooded with question marks from the live comments:

“What? That really worked?”

“No way, rich families prefer sons that much? Gotta say, it’s a super smooth move tho.”

Before heading upstairs, I turned back to look at my three siblings.

The impostor, innocent Giselle, the reckless Gavin, and the calculating Julian, united like an impenetrable line of defense.

What a pity.

Now that I was back, things were about to change.