As the real daughter of the Sterling family, I was brought back home and joined a reality dating show with my fake sister. Faced with insults from the backstabbing Mia Harper, the tantrums of a self-absorbed male idol, and the show director’s manipulative antics, I smirked and said, “Breast implants, a visit to Greenfield Wellness Clinic, and a million-dollar RV for your mistress? Ring any bells?” The group froze, clutching their chests, reeling with shock as they scrambled to figure out who had betrayed their secrets. I only smiled enigmatically. What can I say? My strange ability to see people’s purchase histories has its perks. Content My biological parents found me when I was hauling bricks at Steelworks Warehouse. Years ago, Victoria Sterling gave birth to me at a small-town hospital, but due to a nurse’s negligence, I was switched at birth. But now, they’d found me. Ah, the Sterling family—a true embodiment of wealth. Sterling Manor looked straight out of a novel, with its fountains and sprawling lawns. The moment I sat in the luxurious living room, a severe-looking woman stormed in. “This sofa was shipped from Europe last week! Miss Claire adores it! Who let this stray into dirtying the fabric? Get up immediately!” She yanked my arm so hard I stumbled to my feet. Before I could steady myself, another woman with an elegant aura rushed in. Her eyes turned red when she saw me, and she embraced me. “My child! You’ve suffered all these years!” I rubbed my nose awkwardly. “Not that much…” Moments later, the doors burst again, admitting a stern middle-aged man and a delicate girl who looked like a gentle lily. The three of them stared at me nervously. Victoria pulled Eva forward and hesitated. “What if we kept Evangeline here to keep you company? So you wouldn’t feel lonely…” Of course, they wanted to keep Eva. It wasn’t a surprise. One was the fake daughter they’d raised for years; the other was me, the real daughter they barely knew. I didn’t care much, so I replied breezily, “Sure. Dad, Mom, Sis.” Their faces lit up with joy. Eva beamed and stood behind me, pleased to be my new shadow. “By the way, who’s this?” My gaze fell on the severe woman from earlier. Her haughty demeanor melted into an overly sweet smile. “Miss Sterling, I’m the housekeeper. Mrs. Zhao…” “Housekeeper?” I looped my arm around Victoria’s. “Mom, the housekeeper wouldn’t happen to be the one selling eight-figure jewelry, would she?” Mrs. Zhao’s face twitched. “Mom, I ran into her at a consignment shop recently. She was selling a diamond necklace there.” Victoria froze and glanced at Mrs. Zhao with suspicion. Mrs. Zhao’s expression turned panicked as she began sweating profusely. “Miss Sterling, I… I’ve never been to any consignment shop!” Maybe her selling items at consignment stores was a lie, but stealing Sterling’s family jewelry and selling it? That was undoubtedly true. Ever since I woke up, I’ve had a strange ability: I can see the details of everyone’s purchase history. Mrs. Zhao has been stealing from my mother for years! “Fine. To prove I’m not slandering you, Mom, have someone check your jewelry collection.” I described the necklace in question. Mrs. Zhao paled. “Why would you investigate me? I didn’t steal anything!” A guilty confession. Victoria immediately ordered someone to inspect the jewelry. Mrs. Zhao collapsed to the floor, trembling. Eva shuffled closer to me and tugged on my sleeve. “Sister, you’re… amazing!” Her face was glowing with admiration. Me:? That’s all it took to win her over? Her soft, innocent demeanor… no wonder she was written as the pitiful supporting character who could never escape the protagonist’s oppression.
Yes, I, the honest Naomi Sterling, and Eva, the fake Evangeline Claire, are not even the main characters in this world. The true protagonist is Mia Harper, a rising star who clawed her way up the entertainment industry by destroying Eva’s reputation. Mia’s career began with her branding as a “Mini Eva,” using Eva’s long-established popularity while secretly undermining her. They both signed onto Love Among the Stars, a reality dating show. During filming, a scandal broke out, accusing Eva of assaulting a pregnant woman. Her reputation tanked overnight. Meanwhile, Mia was hailed as a kind-hearted beauty, her fame skyrocketing in contrast to Eva’s downfall. Sure, if the story were told from Mia’s perspective, it’d be entertaining. But in this world, I’m Naomi, Eva’s big sister. And I know exactly what Mia is up to. That “pregnant woman”? A fake hired to ruin Eva. Even if Eva is only my “convenient” sister, she’s still a Sterling. I won’t let anyone bully her. Eva is sweet and pretty, going out of her way to subtly please me. Honestly, with her lovely face that fits perfectly into my aesthetic preferences, I can’t stand seeing her reputation torn apart. So, when Alexander Sterling asked me if I wanted to take over Sterling Enterprises, I eyed Eva holding the Love Among the Stars invitation and said I wanted to join the show with her. Eva’s eyes lit up. “Dad, please!” She turned on her pleading charm. “If I join the show with Sister, you’ll feel much more at ease, right?” I privately discussed some of my business ventures with my dad, even sharing my private investment fund. Alexander was thrilled, handed over the company’s future to me, and approved Eva and me joining the show.
The show began with a live stream introduction at Sunset Hill Villa; all participants were present. I discreetly checked my phone, where the live stream chat buzzed with attacks on Eva. “Why the hell did the producers invite someone like Evangeline Claire? She’s so fake and manipulative. She doesn’t belong on this show with our Mia!” “Ugh, she’s here to leech off Mia Harper’s fame. Can she stand on her own for once?” “Exactly! Diva’s behavior and zero charm, yet she dares to show up here? Get off the show!” Mia Harper, ever the star of the narrative, made her entrance and caused a wave of excited reactions. “OMG! My queen Mia is so gorgeous!” “Mia Harper is literal perfection—angelic face, killer body!” “Prprprprprprpr” (Yes, the fans were practically drooling.) The opening introductions went smoothly enough. Everyone was civil—on the surface. Then came the mutual Q&A segment, where Mia wasted no time targeting Eva. Feigning casual concern, she smiled sweetly and asked, “Eva, have you been watching any good TV shows lately? I heard you’ve been taking much time off at home.” Oh, a subtle jab at Eva’s struggles to find work. Classic. Eva’s expression stiffened, and she was about to respond when I placed a hand on her arm to stop her. “Eva? Watching TV? Hardly. She’s been too busy accompanying my mom to Serenity Spa, going on vacations, and attending auctions. Who has time for brainless soap operas?” I quipped with a raised eyebrow. Mia blinked, clearly caught off guard, but quickly recovered. Her smile tightened as she asked, “That’s nice. Did Eva pick up anything interesting at the auction? Maybe she could share with us?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I just hope you didn’t accidentally buy a fake. You know how it is—things, like people, can be fake or real. Only fools can’t tell the difference.” The jab was razor-sharp, with an unmistakable implication.
Mia Harper knew something—perhaps about Eva and me not being faithful Sterlings. But how? My parents hadn’t made any public announcements about Eva’s origins. How did Mia find out? I scrutinized Mia from head to toe. She remained composed, even throwing me a sly, knowing smile. Next to me, Eva clung to my arm, whispering nervously, “Sister, what do we do? Do you think she knows?” I gave her hand a reassuring pat. “Stay calm,” I whispered back. Eva immediately straightened up, puffing out her chest with newfound courage. Her wide, trusting eyes were fixed on me. I turned to Mia with a smile that could cut glass. “Not as much as you, Ms. Harper. Though I must say, the Magne-Tec seems pretty convincing.” “Sometimes what’s fake can look real, you know—depends on how much effort you put into selling it,” I added, pausing deliberately. “Take Eva, for example… or, say, your chest.” For a moment, the live chat fell into stunned silence. “What is she talking about? I feel like she just said something I can’t quite grasp…” “What’s Magne-Tec? Why does Mia look a little pale?” “Cough, cough. If I’m not mistaken, Magne-Tec is… a breast implant brand.” “OMG? Isn’t Mia endorsing some ‘natural enhancement’ cream? So it’s all just technology and a good surgeon?” Mia choked on her water, coughing violently. One of the male idols, Ryan Vega, hurried over to pat her back with excessive eagerness. “Mia, are you okay?” His hands hovered awkwardly near his chest as though he was afraid to touch her. Meanwhile, Daniel Cole, the award-winning actor, looked utterly lost, his confusion painted across his face. Dominic Hayes, the band’s lead singer, raised a brow and shot a knowing glance at Mia’s… enhancements. Still coughing, Mia clutched her chest, her eyes betraying panic and uncertainty. She straightened up and attempted to maintain her composure. “I’m not sure what you’re insinuating, Naomi,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “It feels like you’re holding a grudge against me.” She blinked back tears dramatically, her voice softening to an almost sad tone. “If I’ve done anything to make you misunderstand me, I deeply apologize. But I hope you won’t accuse me of something baseless. That’s just unfair.” Ah, there it was—the move to redirect public sympathy and unleash her rabid fanbase against me. I chuckled lightly, crossing my arms. “Ms. Harper, didn’t you start discussing fake versus real? Maybe you should explain to your fans whether your Magne-Tec is the real deal.” Mia’s face turned several shades paler as the chat erupted once again.
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