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Jack slapped Alex. Alex was stunned. “Jack, you hit me!” Lauren stepped forward. “You were the one who switched my daughter! Why?” Lilian stood frozen. The four of them devolved into a full-blown brawl. It did not stop until the police arrived and dragged everyone to the station. At the station, I finally learned the truth. Back then, Alex had been jealous of his older brother for having a thriving business, a capable wife, and a child. Everything in his life seemed too perfect. So he decided to bring a child from the countryside and switch them. Watching his own niece grow up in hardship was the only way he could ease his resentment.

Tanya ended her words with a confident smile. However, the students exchanged confused glances. "What is she even talking about? I don't understand a word." "Who's the Lockman heiress? We don't have anyone like that at this school, right?" Even the teacher, Ms. Elsa Stark, frowned slightly and reminded her, "Tanya, this is a self-introduction. You're straying off topic." Tanya quickly composed herself and stubbornly repeated her claim, "Faye, the so-called heiress of the Lockman family, is a fake. I'm the real heiress who was brought back. You've all been fooled by her!"

Marcus was livid. “Alright, Henry. You’re the Levesque family’s true heir, but what have you ever gotten? Look at Tyler! He gets everything he wants. What’s left for you? Why don’t you work for me instead and let Tyler, the thief of all that belongs to you, get what’s coming to him?” Then, he added, “Don’t you hate him?” I snickered. “You talk like a cartoon villain, Mr. Kane, but I must say, you’re pretty good at the divide and conquer thing.”

They started attacking each other and eventually even came to blows. Later still, I heard that Rhea never had a heart condition at all. She had been faking it. Having discovered that she wasn't the heiress, she staged everything to gain sympathy and kill the real one. Gosh. That whole impostor family really was rotten to the core! But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I donated a large sum of money to the orphanage. I also brought the other three to live with me. With a billion-dollar inheritance, supporting three people was nothing. Besides, each of them had her own strengths. Having them help me manage the estate was the best possible outcome!

Below it— Her face. Clear. Unmistakable. Not the quiet version of her. Not the hidden one. The real one. And beside it— Another image. Lena. Smiling. Posing. Living a life that was never hers. Aria’s grip tightened slightly on the phone. Scrolling. Fast. Too fast. Each headline worse than the last. “FAKE HEIRESS DECEIVED ELITE CIRCLE” “REAL BILLIONAIRE DAUGHTER HUMILIATED IN HER OWN SCHOOL”

I'm Brixton's most notorious spoiled heiress. All because I refuse to back down in a feud with my nemesis, I keep raising my bids at the auction, making sure no one can outbid me. Dad is so furious that he cuts off my cards and throws me into the family business to experience real life. On my first day at work, the department happens to be doing a thorough cleanup. I stare at the spin mop, genuinely baffled. "How do you wring this thing out?" Sandy Melville, another intern who started at the same time as me, gives me a condescending look. "Seriously? In this day and age, there are still people who don't even know how to use a mop? If you're going to put on airs, at least have some

Naturally gifted with a strong memory, I had practiced this test over a hundred times and could even recite the answers from memory. After leaving the exam hall, everyone was eager to know how I had done. I said only one thing: “Better than ever.” Before the scores were even released, Ethan arrived with Mrs. Whitmore to propose, planning to get engaged to Vivian. Mrs. Whitmore had initially looked displeased. After all, everyone knew Vivian was the impostor heiress. In a prestigious family, bloodlines mattered, an heir’s identity could never be handed to an illegitimate child. But Ethan repeatedly assured her that Vivian was exceptionally capable and could get into Yale. Grandpa Sullivan had

Grandpa sighed when he saw me, saying, "You've endured much hardship, Colin. I'm afraid that the situation will only continue to escalate if you were to appear in public now." He handed his phone to me. The number one topic on the trending news was "Fake Heir Steals Real Heir's Girlfriend". It turned out that in a fit of anger, Isaac had posted a long rant complaining about my behavior on his social media account, painting me as a bastard who stole his parents and his lover. Of course, he conveniently omitted the fact that Hannah and I had been in a relationship for the past eight years. Isaac wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. On top of that, the Lettermans had no need for the little mon

Then he turned, and took the other girl's hand. "Welcome home. My true bride." That was all he said. The hall exploded. "This is unreal. She doesn't actually think Lord Alexander loved her, does she?" "A fake trying to marry into a vampire House." "No noble blood, just a regular human. What is she even?" The voices cut into my ears like knives. The people who'd flattered me, who'd fawned over me, who'd tried to get close to me, every one of them stood with my family and the man I'd grown up with and helped shove me into hell.

"The Jensens have cherished the fake heiress like a precious treasure for the past few years. They've never let her show her face in public. I guess the rumors were true." Sienna's face twisted into an upset expression upon hearing their words. Jealousy flickered in her eyes when she looked at my face and noticed my smooth skin. "They only doted on her because they thought she was me. I'm the one who shares the same blood as them. She never would have gotten the chance to live such a lavish lifestyle if we weren't switched at birth." I burst into laughter when I realized that Sienna truly believed that I was the fake heiress of