Chapter 1

When I was five, my parents had a second child, a baby sister.

I went to the hospital to visit, and saw with my own eyes someone swap my sister with another infant.

I didn't say anything. Instead, I secretly swapped them back myself.

Twenty years later, a young woman rushed to my parents, crying and sobbing:

"Mom and Dad, I'm your real daughter!"

After a business trip abroad, the atmosphere at home felt really off.

Mom and Dad both looked strange, and the house was eerily quiet.

I carried the gifts I’d bought for everyone and asked,

"Where's Chloe? Isn't it the weekend? Hasn't she come home this week?"

Chloe Harrison is my sister, five years younger than me. She's a sophomore in college, studying locally, and usually, she'd be home every weekend if she had nothing else going on.

On the way here, I could already picture her reaction the moment I walked through the door.

She'd undoubtedly dash over like a puppy, grab my suitcase, and then excitedly hug me, saying,

"Sis, I missed you so much!"

But I didn't see my sister. Only my silent parents.

My dad waved me over. "

Luna, come here. Your mom and I have something really important we need to discuss with you."

As the oldest child, I'd already taken over parts of the family business since starting college.

The Harrisons were old money, a truly influential dynasty. Our family had a storied legacy, tracing back generations, and built an empire that was known far and wide.

In my parents' generation, all our relatives were living comfortably, too.

The family businesses were just waiting for Chloe and me to inherit them. We definitely had the resources.

"What's going on with you two? Why so mysterious?"

I walked over, a bit confused.

"Chloe wasn't bullied at school, was she?"

My sister, after all, would never be the one to bully someone.

"No,"

Mom pulled me down to sit, her expression incredibly complex.

"It's much more serious than that."

What?

Something more serious than my sister being bullied?

"Did our family go bankrupt? Which company?"

Our family had its fingers in so many industries; I couldn't immediately think of which one might be in crisis.

"Not that either,"

Dad said, his face etched with worry.

"Luna, have you ever thought that Chloe isn't our child?"

What?

I looked at Mom.

"Mom, did you do something wrong when you were young?"

Then I got a slap.

"What are you thinking, kid?"

Dad's voice grew louder.

"I mean, is it possible Chloe isn't mine, or your mom's?"

"No way,"

I stated firmly.

After hearing me say that, Mom also chimed in, looking equally troubled.

"Exactly. How could the child we've raised for twenty years not be ours?"

My parents' behavior was truly bizarre. I crossed my arms, leaned back, and looked at both of them.

"What exactly happened? Who said Chloe isn't our child?"