The Toddler Heiress Strikes Back

I was born and switched by the housekeeper.

She stuffed me in the servants' quarters, claiming I was a servant's illegitimate daughter.

She placed her own daughter in the gold-trimmed crib, making her the envied true heiress everyone adored.

For three years, I watched her wear princess dresses, drink imported formula, and be cherished by Mom and Dad.

While I slept on the floor and ate leftovers.

That night, the housekeeper got drunk and let something slip—she said even my name was randomly chosen.

I heard every word crystal clear.