Sophia stood at the entrance of the Resington mansion with one small, battered bag.Her sneakers were torn. Her sweater was thin and faded. Rain dripped from her dark hair.Inside, the mansion looked like a royal palace. Exquisite floors gleamed under expensive chandeliers. Everything screamed wealth and power.On the Italian leather sofa sat Arthur Resington and his wife, Eleanor.They did not stand up. They did not open their arms. They looked at Sophia like she was a dirty stray dog.On the glass coffee table lay an official DNA report. The red stamp was clear: *Probability of Biological Parentage: 99.99%.*Sophia was their real daughter. Twenty-two years ago, a nurse had swapped the babies at the hospital."The test is real," Arthur said coldly, sipping his expensive scotch. "You are, biologically, ours. But look at yourself, Sophia."Eleanor pressed a silk handkerchief to her nose. "Arthur, don't let her step on the Persian rug. Her shoes are filthy! She smells like cheap soap an
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