Chapter 1

After I found out the real heir had been located, I, the foster daughter, felt a wave of guilt. Before even meeting her, I added her on SnapChat to butter her up.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, I've been living in your shoes and enjoying all these perks for so many years."

"Baby, according to Mom and Dad's plan, I'm your family starting today! I really, really like you."

"Baby, don't listen to the gossip. Everyone at home loves you, especially me! I love you the mostest…"

Time flew, and soon it was the day the real heir was coming home. I was brimming with anticipation, joining my adoptive parents to welcome her.

The next second, a tall, handsome guy, about 6'1", pushed open our front door. "Mom, Dad, I'm home."

Me: ???

Wait, what?! My sweet, delicate heiress… why did she turn into a man?!

For twenty years, since Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, the city's wealthiest couple, adopted me, they had showered me with love.

They pampered me beyond belief, treating me like a delicate doll.

I grew up amidst their endless affection.

However.

On the morning of my twentieth birthday.

Everything changed.

I accidentally overheard my adoptive parents whispering.

Mrs. Anderson had shed her usual elegance; her eyes were red with tears, her voice hoarse:

"Are you sure? Is this really our biological child?"

Mr. Anderson couldn't hide his excitement:

"The DNA test is right here. He's our son."

Mrs. Anderson sobbed heartbrokenly for a bit, then asked, "So, when are we bringing him home?"

Mr. Anderson patted her hand reassuringly, promising softly:

"Soon."

"But, even though we're planning to arrange things for both children, I'm just worried about Daisy…"

Mr. Anderson's words trailed off.

But I already understood what he meant.

They had found their biological child, who had been missing for years.

And they were worried I, their adopted daughter, would treat the real heir like some evil fake heiress in a novel.

But how could that even happen?

I, the imposter, had occupied the real heir's place.

I’d lived in luxury, enjoying the Anderson family's wealth for twenty years.

While the real Anderson heir had suffered outside for all those years.

If I treated him badly.

What would that make me but an ungrateful wretch?

It would be a complete betrayal of my adoptive parents' loving care all these years!