I'm the real daughter of a rich family. After I left, they all regretted it.

I was the real daughter of the Miller family, swapped at birth.

The first thing I did when I returned to the Millers was to give my biological parents two choices.

“Give me two hundred thousand, and I’ll cut ties with you. I leave. Or, Isabella leaves within twenty-four hours, and I stay.”

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My biological parents found me while I was working odd jobs at my foster parents’ diner.

Someone bumped into my shoulder on the way to serving a customer soup, and the hot liquid splashed all over my leg.

The porcelain bowl shattered on the floor with a loud crash.