Semua Bab The Imposter at Home: Bab 1 - Bab 8

My relationship with my father had never been good—not after he cheated while my mother was pregnant.But no matter what, he would never tarnish the Thompson family's reputation by recklessly claiming another daughter in public.Thinking back to the past few days—my stepmother constantly playing those "real heiress versus fake heiress" dramas out loud on her phone—it all started to make sense.They couldn't accept that Grandpa had entrusted the family authority token to me. So they brought in Camellia, trying to brand me as the fake heiress—using the pressure of the guests to strip me of my legitimacy as the family's head.I looked at them as if they were fools. "Do you really think the Thompson family's authority token is so easy to forge? If you all claim you don't know me, then how would I even know what it looks like?"My eldest younger stepbrother, Anthony Thompson, let out a cold laugh. "Who knows? Maybe that token of yours is just some random fake. Has anyone here actually

As if they had just heard the greatest joke in the world, Gregory and Rosie laughed so hard they nearly doubled over.My three stepbrothers rolled their eyes at me in disdain. "Can't accept that you're a bastard, so now you're trying to drag Dad down with you?"My father rubbed his tightly furrowed brow. "I have no idea how you can spout such nonsense. If I weren't my father's biological son, would he have raised me all these years? Guards, take her away!"If they really dragged me off now, whether I lived or died would be anyone's guess.He had made his intentions clear—he wanted to seize my authority token.And once I was gone, he could take control of the Thompson family today, openly and without resistance.Even if Grandpa returned, it wouldn't matter.He really had quite the imagination."Who dares touch me?" I snapped coldly. "Do none of you know who currently holds power in the Thompson family?"The bodyguards immediately hesitated, and the guests began whispering again

Grandpa let out a long sigh and revealed my father's true origins.He was the son of the Thompson family's housemaid and driver, switched at birth by his own parents."So the one the maid raised, Cedric, is my biological child."As for why I was my grandpa's true granddaughter—It was because my mother and Cedric had fallen in love freely during their university days.But my father, a spoiled heir, had taken a liking to her. He believed he could surpass the driver's son in every way. Yet my mother rejected him again and again, without hesitation.On the day of her wedding, Gregory had seemingly offered, out of goodwill, to lend her the wedding hotel as a gesture of support. But instead, he carried out a cruel substitution—and forced himself on her.By then, my mother was already pregnant with me.With no way out, she swallowed her pain and went through with the marriage, becoming Gregory's wife.Fearing that my real father would report him, Gregory sent him far away to a remot

Grandpa opened the door in confusion—and was met with my pale face."Grandpa, something must have happened to my real father!"The very next second, I received a message from the private investigator."Miss Thompson, your father is no longer in his apartment."The moment my call had gone through with no response, I'd immediately sent a local investigator over."There are no signs of a struggle," he reported, "but the door was forced open."We hadn't even had the chance to deal with Gregory, and he had already made the first move against my real father.Grandpa and I had originally planned to handle the transition, then send Gregory to prison. But now, he had come straight at us without restraint.Did he really think that if my father were dead, I would accept him as my own?Grandpa's face flushed with fury. "He wanted to kill you, and now, he's going after my biological son! I've raised an ingrate!"By the time we searched the villa, Gregory and the others were nowhere to be