1 I was born with a tragic, inescapable flaw: I desperately craved a mother’s love. But in my old life, every time I offered my foster mother my beating heart, she rewarded me with a slap across the face. Just as I was agonizing over how to finally win her approval, a piece of paper changed my entire universe. I had been groveling to the wrong woman my whole life. I was actually the lost biological daughter of the wealthiest family in the state. Without a second of hesitation, I climbed into the back of the Crawford family’s Rolls-Royce. The moment I stepped through the grand mahogany doors of the estate, the girl who had stolen my life grabbed my hands. Anna, the fake heiress, looked at me with perfectly welling tears. “Sister, if the rest of the family doesn’t warm up to you right away, please don’t be sad.” I didn’t even hear her. I was staring blankly at the woman standing beside her, my heart hammering so violently against my ribs I could barely breathe. Are you telling me this woman—this elegant, commanding, breathtakingly powerful woman—is my new mother? Anna was still putting on her tearful performance. “You finally have a home now, but my parents’ love is all I have left in this world. Please don’t take that away from me.” Hearing the word parents, I finally pulled my eyes away from Victoria Crawford and gave Anna a slow, chilling smile. Keep dreaming, sweetheart. Anna instinctively took a half-step back. That sudden, eerie smile sent a shiver straight down her spine. But she quickly straightened her posture. She was convinced a backwoods nobody like me could never threaten her reign. My eldest brother, Preston, immediately caught Anna’s arm to steady her. “What are you talking about, Anna? Even if we don’t share blood, you are still a Crawford. We are family.” My second brother, Declan, stepped squarely in front of her, shielding her from me. “The hospital mix-up wasn’t your fault. You’re a victim in this too. We promise we won’t let anyone walk all over you.” Those words were aimed directly at me. Anna peeked at me from behind Declan’s broad shoulders. She subtly lifted the hem of her designer silk dress, showing off a blinding diamond tennis bracelet. “Sister, it must have taken you a whole day and night to drive here from the trailer park. You must be exhausted.” I didn’t even register her pathetic flex. I didn’t care about the crystal chandeliers, the bespoke suits, or the uniformed staff lining the foyer. I had been in this house for ten minutes, and for nine of those minutes, my eyes had been superglued to the matriarch of the family. My gaze was so intense that Victoria finally had to look back at me. She cleared her throat, clearly unsure of how to navigate this reunion with a daughter she hadn’t seen in eighteen years. “Your name is Serena, right?” The moment she said my name, my eyes burned with absolute adoration. Victoria actually looked a bit flustered under the weight of my worship. Declan raised his voice, his tone sharp. “Serena, Anna is talking to you. Are you deaf?” I mentally muted every single person in the room except for her. I walked straight up to Victoria and gently, carefully, tugged at the edge of her tailored blazer. “Mom?” My voice trembled. I was practically vibrating with excitement. Anna’s expression cracked. She quickly jogged over and linked her arm affectionately through Victoria’s other side. “Mom, let’s go show my sister her new room!” Her voice was a little too desperate, a little too rushed. My gaze finally shifted. I looked away from my mother and slowly dragged my eyes over to Anna. Anna’s hand twitched. She forced a painfully stiff smile. “Everything happened so fast, we didn’t have time to redecorate. You’ll have to make do with one of the guest rooms for now.” I shook my head. Anna immediately adopted a look of tragic resignation. “I knew it. If you insist on taking my bedroom, I’ll pack my things…” Declan scoffed, glaring at me. “Anna, why are you always so nice? She just walked through the door and she’s already trying to steal your room?” They were a remarkably annoying background noise. I kept my eyes locked on Victoria and spoke my very first full sentence since arriving. “Mom, which room is yours?” Victoria blinked in surprise and pointed up the grand sweeping staircase toward the third-floor master suite. I didn’t miss a beat. “Then I want to live in the room right next to yours.” “Serena, that room is just a storage closet for old furniture,” Victoria said softly. “I don’t care. I just want to be as close to you as possible.” Victoria’s gaze melted instantly. The awkwardness vanished, replaced by an overwhelming, protective warmth. “I’ll have the contractors here first thing tomorrow morning. We’ll knock down the walls and merge two rooms together to make you a proper suite.” Anna looked like she had been struck by lightning. She stared at me, grinding her teeth so hard her jaw trembled. What the hell kind of game was this girl playing?! Declan was equally stunned. “Mom, we haven’t done construction on the estate in years. You’re going to tear up the third floor just because she…” Victoria raised a hand, silencing him immediately. “The decision is final. Now, everyone sit down. It’s time for dinner.” I practically glued myself to the chair right next to my mother. Every time I looked up, I caught Anna shooting daggers at me from across the table. I casually scooted my chair an inch closer to Victoria. Anna’s grip on her silverware tightened. Jealous that I get to sit next to my own mother? I hid a smirk behind my water glass. Human nature is so predictable. A small porcelain bowl of rich lobster bisque was placed in front of everyone at the table. Except for me. Anna forced a sweet, highly artificial smile. “Oh no. The kitchen staff must have forgotten you were moving in today. They didn’t prepare a portion for you.” “These are all my absolute favorite dishes. I hope your stomach can handle such rich food. If you don’t mind, you can have my soup.” She made a grand show of pushing her porcelain bowl across the table toward me. Before it even made it halfway, Preston stopped it with his hand. “It’s just soup. If the kitchen forgot, they can make it up to her next time. You don’t need to give up your food for her.” Declan nodded in agreement, though his eyes were locked on me. “Look at this feast. She won’t starve. There’s no need for her to steal what’s yours.” Anna tilted her head, her smile turning triumphant. I simply lowered my gaze, adopting the picture of absolute, meek obedience. “It’s okay. I have a small appetite anyway. A few bites of bread will be plenty.” Anna froze. That was not the reaction she wanted. “Find the head chef and ask him how a mistake this massive happened. Everyone knew Serena was coming home today.” Victoria slammed her fork down. She looked at Anna. “Keep your food, Anna. We don’t need to perform charity at our own dining table.” Victoria then took her own untouched bowl of lobster bisque and placed it gently in front of me. “Here, sweetheart. Have mine.” Seeing my wide, slightly anxious eyes, her voice softened entirely. “Don’t overthink it. In this house, my love isn’t a pie to be sliced unequally. I don’t play favorites.” I nodded obediently, wrapping my hands around the warm bowl and taking tiny, delicate sips. Anna’s smile completely collapsed. She stared at me, her eyes practically burning holes through my skull. But I was bulletproof. I couldn’t care less if these people hated my guts. Back in my old life, my foster mother used to pile all the best meat onto her biological son’s plate and leave me with scraps. One day, I got so fed up I dumped a lethal dose of ghost pepper hot sauce into my foster brother’s macaroni. My foster mother was in such a panic, running around getting him milk and ice water, that she didn’t even bother to yell at me. It used to break my heart. Thank God I finally have a beautiful, fiercely protective mother of my own. The next morning, three delivery vans from high-end boutiques pulled up to the estate. One mountain of luxury boxes for me. One mountain for Anna. Declan patted Anna on the shoulder. “See? I told you there was nothing to worry about. Mom still loves you. She made sure you got a share of everything.” Anna blinked her doe eyes, looking pitiful. “But all of sister’s things are from the new season’s exclusive collection. She got the exact Birkin I’ve been on the waitlist for.” I lazily sifted through the sea of designer dresses and leather bags. I didn’t really care about any of it. But seeing Anna’s eyes turn red with envy made the whole thing wildly entertaining. Declan crossed his arms, stepping up as her knight in shining armor. “Mom is being completely unfair. Why does she get the absolute best picks?” “How is Anna supposed to feel? What are the maids going to think?” Preston stayed quiet for a moment before walking over to me. “You don’t even know the value of these brands anyway. Let Anna pick the ones she wants first.” I tilted my head, looking up at him. “But Mom specifically told the stylists to let me choose whatever I liked.” Preston stood in front of me like a brick wall. “If Mom can’t keep things fair, then I’ll level the playing field for her.” Anna hid behind his broad back, peering at me with a victorious glint in her eye. Preston’s gaze grew darker. “Anna is sensitive. Since she calls you her older sister, you need to act like one and yield to her.” Before I could even respond, he ordered the boutique staff to move the most exclusive, limited-edition pieces over to Anna’s pile. She casually flipped through the silk garments, pretending to be nonchalant. “Sister, I know I’m taking a lot of the good ones. You’re not mad, are you?” She said it just to twist the knife. She wanted to see me lose my temper. I yawned softly. “I’m not mad at all.” “You can have every single piece if you want.” “But you’re going to have to trade something else for it.” I unlocked my phone and tapped into the pinned chat contact labeled “Mom.” There are millions of designer bags in the world. But there is only one Victoria Crawford. If Anna wanted the bags, fine. I was playing a completely different game. My fingers danced across the screen. [I got all the presents! I love them so much. When are you coming back from your business trip, Mom? I miss you already.] A morning and evening text check-in had become my daily routine. Victoria was a titan of industry. She rarely replied. But even if she just sent back a single “Okay,” I would stare at the screen and read it a hundred times. Seeing me completely absorbed in my phone, Anna casually leaned closer, trying to spy on my screen. “Sister, you don’t really have any friends here. Who are you texting so obsessively all day?” She rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with venom. “When we brought you back, that foster mother of yours demanded a massive payout. You need to remember your place in this family. Don’t tell me you’re secretly funneling our money back to that trashy woman.” I finally looked up at her. The corners of my mouth curled into a slow, mocking smirk. Anna thought she had me figured out. “I get it. You figured out that Mom holds the purse strings, so you’re kissing up to her. It’s embarrassing.” My phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down. It was Victoria. This time, it wasn’t a short, formal reply. She had actually learned how to save and send a little cartoon cat sticker blowing a kiss. Anna was still running her mouth, her chin raised in absolute arrogance. “You can stop daydreaming. Mom is so busy running the empire she barely has time to sleep. She doesn’t have a second to waste on someone like you.” “Is that so?” I locked my phone and placed it face down on the table. I just looked at her, completely amused by her stupidity. A month flew by. Living in the Crawford estate was a dream. The only downside was that my mother was constantly traveling for board meetings and acquisitions. I rarely got to see her in person. But my daily text updates never stopped. At night, when I knew she was back in her hotel room, I would shamelessly beg her for a quick phone call. Sometimes she picked up. Sometimes it went to voicemail. I was always patient. Today, as I was walking out of my room, I was ambushed again. It was Anna. She dragged out her syllables, sounding like a detective who had just cracked a massive case. “Sister, are you going to make another secret phone call?” I tried to step around her. She was a waste of oxygen. Anna’s eyes darted to the phone in my hand, dropping the sweet facade entirely. “Serena, you are an outsider in this house. Everyone is just tolerating you out of pity.” “Everything in this family belongs to me. It always has.” I stared at her with a blank, deadpan expression. I had my mother’s love. I was basically sitting on a throne of gold. What kind of delusional nonsense was she spewing? I rolled my eyes so hard it physically hurt. “I am the biological daughter. You are a counterfeit.” “The only person in this house who has absolutely nothing is you.” Anna choked on her own breath. She desperately searched my face for a hint of insecurity or fear. She found absolutely nothing. Swallowing her rage, she leaned in close. “Let me tell you a little secret.” “My eighteenth birthday is in two days. Mom is officially gifting me ten percent of the company shares as my coming-of-age present.” I laughed out loud. “That’s crazy. It’s your birthday, so why are you begging my mother for a present?” That single, calm sentence completely shattered the last remnants of Anna’s sanity. “Stop acting like she actually gives a damn about you—” Before she could finish, the heavy thud of the front doors opening echoed from the first floor. Anna’s eyes flashed with calculation. She backed up against the heavy oak railing of the third-floor balcony, leaning her upper body dangerously far over the edge. “Sister, even if the family doesn’t like you, there’s no need to take your anger out on me!” she screamed. “Anna!” Two panicked voices shouted in unison from the stairs. Preston and Declan sprinted up the marble steps like their lives depended on it. Without a single question, Preston shoved me violently out of the way. “What the hell are you doing to her?!” He shoved me with a terrifying amount of force. I lost my footing and crashed hard into the sharp edge of a mahogany console table. “It’s all my fault! I lost my balance, please don’t blame my sister…” Anna sobbed beautifully, making absolutely sure to frame me while playing the saint. Declan glared at me with pure disgust. “I cannot believe how vicious you are!” “Anna already feels guilty for taking your place, and you try to push her over a balcony? If we knew you were this deranged, we never would have brought you back from the gutter!” I pressed a hand against my ribs. A dull, throbbing pain radiated through my side. Preston stepped toward me, casting a massive shadow, his voice cold and authoritative. “Apologize to her right now.” My vision blurred slightly from the pain. Preston rubbed his temples, his tone dropping even lower. “I know you resent Anna.” “But you crossed a line today. You made a mistake, and you are going to own up to it. Apologize.” My two older brothers stood like heavily armed guards in front of Anna. Biologically, we shared the same blood. But in their eyes, Anna was the only sister they had. The physical pain in my side was quickly swallowed by a freezing, numbing realization. It didn’t matter. None of these people mattered. Combined, they weren’t worth a single strand of my mother’s hair. I didn’t need to waste my emotional energy on them. Declan scoffed, looking down his nose at me. “Look at her. Zero class. Zero manners.” “Just like uneducated trash. Raised by a rat, acts like a rat.” That crossed a line. The temperature in my eyes plummeted to absolute zero. “I think you need to go to a clinic and get a DNA test.” Declan looked at me in shock. I pointed directly at the weeping girl trembling behind him. “You better run a full panel. Because the way you’re acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re a delusional counterfeit just like her.” “Watch your damn mouth!” Declan roared, stepping forward. I took a step back, walked into my bedroom, and slammed the heavy door right in their faces. Instantly, fists began pounding fiercely against the wood. The muffled screaming leaked through the walls. “You only have the guts to act like a psychopath because Mom is out of town!” “Anna has been nothing but kind to you! Are you trying to drive her to suicide?!” “When Mom gets back, I am telling her exactly what kind of monster you really are! Let’s see how long you last here!” I leaned against the door, slowly sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. If someone was going to tell my mother about this, it was going to be me. I hit speed dial. The line connected on the second ring. When we first met, my mother’s tone on the phone was always polite, a little distant, full of careful guilt. Now, she was entirely used to my clingy, constant need for attention. Before Victoria could even say hello, the violent pounding and the muffled curses from the hallway echoed through the speaker. Her breath hitched. The authority returned to her voice instantly. “Serena, what is going on over there?” “They said… they said I’m uneducated trash. They said nobody in this family will ever actually love me.” “If you hate me too, Mom, then I can just pack my bags and leave…” My voice shook perfectly. Three parts genuine sadness, seven parts pure manipulation. I had just watched Anna deliver an Oscar-worthy performance. I was a fast learner. Victoria didn’t erupt into anger. Instead, her voice turned dangerously quiet and serious. “I hear you, sweetheart. Stay in your room. I will deal with this the second I get home.” A rush of pure, sugary adrenaline hit my bloodstream. But my celebration was cut short. I heard Victoria let out a heavy, conflicted sigh. “Anna is a good girl at heart. We raised her for eighteen years. We’ve always viewed her as our own flesh and blood.” “I really just want all of my children to get along.” I lowered my eyes. I responded with a soft, incredibly gentle voice. “Of course, Mom.” “Whatever you want.” If they stop acting like rabid dogs, I can play nice. Click. The lock on my bedroom door was suddenly picked from the outside. The handle turned, and the door was thrown open. Anna saw the phone pressed to my ear, and her eyes lit up like fireworks. She practically lunged at me, grabbing my wrist, staring at the screen that clearly read “Mom.” “I knew it! Look! I told you!” she screamed over her shoulder to Preston and Declan. “Every time Mom leaves for a business trip, she calls that trashy foster mother to beg for comfort!” The grip on my wrist was so tight it left red crescent moon indentations in my skin. Anna stared down at me, overflowing with vindictive glee. “Sister, if you miss your precious foster mommy so much, why don’t you just go back to the trailer park? Why are you still leeching off us?” Preston stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, looking at me with pure disgust. A flicker of dark amusement flashed across my eyes. I spoke calmly. “Who said I was talking to my foster mother?” Declan clicked his tongue. “Look at her, caught red-handed and still lying through her teeth.” Anna’s smile widened into something truly ugly. “You really don’t know anything about this family, do you? When Mom is on a business trip, she turns off her personal phone. She only answers the corporate line.” “Besides that gold-digging woman who raised you, who else are you pathetically calling ‘Mom’?” “Serena, you are an ungrateful, bloodsucking parasite.” I just sat on the floor, staring up at her, my expression completely serene. Anna looked at my face, and a sudden, violent spike of panic hit her chest. A second later, from the speaker of the phone tightly clutched in my hand, a voice she knew better than her own echoed into the silent room. “Anna. Who exactly are you calling a parasite?” All the blood instantly drained from Anna’s face.
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