All Chapters of Wait, so I'm the Impostor?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My property transfer application was rejected because the ownership of the seaside villa, which was registered in my name, had been transferred to someone else last month. How was that possible? Dad told me ages ago that everything in Livington Group belonged to me! How could this villa have changed hands right under my nose? My best friend, Dylan Truman, and I exchanged glances, as if the air around us had suddenly frozen. "Are you sure about that?" I suppressed my anger. "My house is Marabella Villa." "How could Marabella Villa possibly have changed hands?" Dylan stomped his foot as well. Knowing the true depth of my family's wealth, he knew my family would never sell off any of our properties.The employee rolled his eyes and snapped, "This villa was gifted by Zane Livington, the chairman of Livington Group, to his son. He personally came to handle the transfer, and all the paperwork is in order. Who even are you? If you're going to impersonate someone, at least come up wit

Even the cream-white column at the entrance was the very one I had personally shipped back from overseas. I also recognized every single one of the dense line of security guards outside the villa. Dylan immediately snapped, "The scion of the Livington family's here. Aren't you going to hurry over to carry his luggage?"He didn't hide his anger for a second. "Are you all blind? Where are your bloody manners?"Yet, the security guards acted as if they hadn't heard a thing. An eerie silence blanketed the air before whispers began to spread through the crowd like venomous snakes."How amusing. Does he still think he's the scion of the Livington family?" "The impostor has spent more than 20 years as a spoiled scion. You'd think he'd be satisfied with it by now."Just then, a gust of wind swept through, carrying the scent of woody cologne through the foyer. A man dressed in a black haute couture suit stood on the second-floor balcony of the villa, looking down at me with a half-smile

It all happened far too suddenly. I couldn't wrap my head around how Uncle Zion—who was playing chess with me just yesterday—could do a complete 180 that day.Kenneth leisurely leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Beckett, you probably don't know this, but Dad really does have only one son. However, his only son is me, not you. You're nothing more than the result of my mother taking some random man's sperm and using it in the IVF procedure your mother underwent back then. I'm the scion of the Livington family, while you're nothing but a nobody!"His features contorted, his tone dripping with malice and sadistic delight, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. I was rooted to the spot. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of what he had just said. Before I could even process what I had just heard, the crowd around me erupted. Everyone looked at me with pity, sympathy, and even a hint of disdain. "Holy crap, what just happened? Does that mean Zane's been raising someone else

The woman was wearing a red apron and brandishing a feather duster in her hand when she rushed over. It was Pearla Johnson, our housekeeper, Kenneth's biological mother, and the culprit who had switched the sperm samples. Kenneth's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly yanked on Pearla's sleeve and seethed, "What the hell are you doing here? Who allowed you to come here?"Pearla looked perplexed, though she responded matter-of-factly, "If you're the scion of the Livingston family, then I'm the lady of the house! I'm here to back you up!"Kenneth's pupils contracted. He abruptly flung her hand away, raised his voice, and screamed at the top of his lungs. "Who are you calling your son? I, Kenneth Livington, do not have a mother like you!" "Damn. He's already changed his last name to Livington!""He sure is treacherous! He turned his back on his own mother the moment he became rich.""If his mother hadn't switched the sperm sample, he wouldn't even be where he was today!"

Mason's face was clawed into a bloody mess, with numerous vivid streaks of blood across it. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if recalling a distant memory or perhaps wrestling with a difficult decision. He parted his lips and hesitated several times before admitting, "I never amounted to much. Mr. Zane was the one who took me in and put a roof over my head. I've always been grateful to him, and I wanted to repay his kindness."His voice trembled as if it took every ounce of energy left in his body to continue, "So, after Pearla secretly switched the test tubes, I… I lost my damn mind and swapped the test tubes back again." He raised his head, his cloudy eyes brimming with tears of remorse. He looked at me and Zane before apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry, Mr. Beckett… I'm terribly sorry. When Mr. Zane sent me to the hospital to pick up the test results last time, I… I let my selfishness get the better of me. I wanted my own child to have a better life, so… so I switched the reports. Ev