The Real Heiress Knows How This Story Ends

“Mom, I didn’t do anything. Charlotte’s death had nothing to do with me!”The security officers pinned down my arms and legs, leaving me unable to move.My frail bones ached against the floor, and all I could do was force the words from my throat.My biological mother stood across from me, looking at me as if I were her mortal enemy.“Fiona, you little curse! You vile girl! I should never have brought you home. You belonged in that miserable town! This is all your fault. If it weren’t for you, how could my Char have died? You must have killed Char!”Her eyes were bloodshot. She had clearly spent the entire night crying.When Charlotte and I were born, the nanny switched us.From then on, the nanny’s child became a wealthy heiress overnight, while I followed the nanny back to the countryside and grew up struggling to survive.After Charlotte’s bizarre death, my mother insisted that I was the culprit, claiming I was jealous that Charlotte had enjoyed eighteen years of wealth and privileg

Charlotte huddled with her friends and pointed at my awkward grip on the knife and fork.“Exactly. She’s my foolish little sister who grew up in the countryside.”She reached out and tapped the necklace around my neck.“That’s a fake, isn’t it? Why would Mom give you something like that?“Do you think you might be just like that necklace—completely fake from the inside out? Sorry, I’m only joking. You’re not offended, are you, Fiona?”I picked up my glass and threw the drink in Charlotte’s face.She screamed before putting on a wounded expression.“Fiona! How could you do this to me? I was only trying to teach you how to use a knife and fork. How could you throw a drink at me?”My mother hurried over to shield Charlotte and glared furiously at me.“Fiona, haven’t you embarrassed us enough? How dare you attack Char in front of everyone!”Charlotte was taken away to change her clothes, while Eleanor had me seated in a secluded corner.No one paid any attention to me there, which suited m

Two hundred thousand dollars was a trivial sum for a wealthy family like ours. The problem was that my father was too proud to ask his relatives for help and too embarrassed to borrow from anyone else.For a while, that $200,000 left him completely stuck.My father continued, “At a time like that, I hoped my family would notice that I was struggling and offer to help without being asked. Char did exactly that!”He held up a bank card with a note attached. In elegant handwriting, it read, “The PIN is my birthday.”June 3 was Charlotte’s birthday.“Char could barely eat during that period and lost a great deal of weight. That showed how much she had sacrificed for me and for this family. As her father, how could I not be moved by such a wonderful daughter?”My father raised a hand and pretended to wipe away a tear, trying to appeal to the men in the audience.“We work hard and struggle out in the world, and sometimes all we need is a thoughtful daughter who can offer warmth and support

But Charlotte knew it hadn’t been her, and she knew exactly who made the deposit.She leaned against my father’s chest and glanced up at me, raising one eyebrow.It looked half like a boast and half like a challenge.Onstage, my father looked utterly defeated. His precious daughter had gotten pregnant after sleeping with another man, while the daughter he despised had scrimped and struggled, selling her clothes and taking on part-time work to raise money for him.To make matters worse, Liam Lawson and his fiancée were standing among the audience.A sharp slap rang through the room as Liam’s fiancée struck him across the face. He tried to grab her arm and explain, only for her to slap him again.“Liam, what did you tell me back then? You said you were drunk and mistook her for me. I forgave you because I didn’t want to destroy the alliance between our families.“And what happened afterward? You kept meeting Charlotte behind my back, got her pregnant, and then refused to take responsibi

Charlotte stood beside him with a grief-stricken expression.This wasn’t the first time they had acted this way, so I was used to it and paid little attention.For the first time, my brother gave me a bottle of red wine. He said no one in high society could avoid drinking, so I needed to learn how to appreciate wine.I didn’t think much of it. After he left, I sat on the couch and opened the bottle.I knew nothing about wine. It smelled rich and fragrant, but before I could take a sip, Charlotte walked over and snatched the glass from my hand.With no one else around, she mocked me without holding back.“You think you’re worthy of drinking wine this expensive? Country bumpkins like you should stick to tap water.”She drained the glass I had poured and tossed the rest of the bottle into the trash.“Get this through your head. I’d rather throw it away than let you drink it. You’re. Not. Worthy.”She emphasized every word.Suddenly, I felt utterly drained.I had lived a hard life ever si