The year I turned eighteen, I found out I was the real heiress to a powerful family. But even after my mother, Vivian, took me from the foster care system, she still loved the fake heiress, Amber, more. After I graduated college, I cut off contact with Vivian. That is, until she called me right before my wedding. “You always stole Amber’s things, but stealing her fiancé? That’s a new low!” I immediately pulled out my phone and saw a wedding photo Amber had posted. What a coincidence. The groom in the picture looked exactly like my fiancé. I stood outside Vivian’s house, knocking loudly. “I’m right outside. Open the door!” She flung the door open and immediately spat, “I advise you to just give up. I know you love competing with Amber, but the Shen family is far beyond the reach of a mere influencer like you.” I flashed the massive diamond ring on my finger. “Well, sorry to disappoint you. My husband is far more influential than any Shen heir. Frankly, I wouldn’t even look at him. My husband, Kamran, is a man of honor and values decorum. He sent me to personally invite you all to our wedding reception.” I turned to leave. But Amber suddenly rushed out, grabbing my hand. Comparing our hands side-by-side, our diamond rings were identical. She immediately burst into tears, throwing herself into Vivian’s arms. “She even copied my ring! You really went all out just to spite me! Even the wedding invitations are identical! How long are you going to keep tormenting me?” Seeing Amber’s tearful breakdown, Vivian lost all control. SMACK! A stinging slap landed across my face, leaving five fiery red finger marks. “I knew you were a shameless lunatic! I should have never acknowledged you!” I clutched my burning cheek, struggling to breathe, desperate not to let the tears fall. I started out as a streamer. People always said I looked identical to Vivian when she was young, an actress. My followers kept pushing me to connect with her, jokingly. It was just for content, initially. But then, someone actually dug into it. Turns out, I was Vivian’s biological daughter. We’d been switched at birth in the hospital. Riding this wave of massive public interest, Vivian reappeared on the big screen. Amber also capitalized on our “sisterly bond,” reaping all the benefits. She slowly started her own accounts, siphoning off my followers and brand deals. I thought I’d finally found a real family, so I didn’t pay it much mind. But the moment I got into grad school at a prestigious university, encouraged by Amber… everything changed. I was branded a manipulative copycat, only capable of imitation. No matter what I did, the internet would flood with accusations that I was just copying her. I stayed out of the public eye for a long time after that, almost giving up entirely. Vivian pointed a furious finger at me, her voice dripping with venom. “If you still want me as your mother, delete your Ins accounts now, apologize to Amber, and I’ll pretend none of this happened.” I stubbornly lifted my chin. “I’m your daughter too. Was there ever a single moment you wanted to believe me?” Perhaps my voice was too raw, too desperate. For a split second, Vivian’s resolve wavered, and her eyes softened. Amber cried even harder. “Stop faking it! How could two people look exactly alike?” Right. If I hadn’t grown up with Kamran, I might even suspect that Connor from the Shen family was deliberately teaming up with Amber to play a trick on me. Kamran always valued decorum. He’d been pestering me to meet my parents. I’d always refused. Now, it was time. “Believe it or not. In three days, Kamran will personally pay a visit.” For the first time since I walked in, I stared directly into Vivian’s eyes. “Will you give me an apology then?”
But three days later, I was locked out. It’s almost funny, isn’t it? My own parents’ house, and I didn’t even have a key. After an hour of waiting, Vivian finally appeared. She looked genuinely surprised to see me. “Oh, Skylar, how long have you been waiting here?” Behind her, Amber was giggling, arm-in-arm with an elegant middle-aged woman. The woman scanned me from head to toe. “So you’re Skylar. I heard your fiancé looks exactly like my Connor. I specially came to see. Where is he?” Amber covered her mouth and chuckled, a hint of disdain in her voice. “Aunt Victoria, only your kind heart would believe such nonsense. Three days? Even if she found someone to get plastic surgery to look like Connor, it wouldn’t be ready in time!” I calmly took a sip of tea. “Kamran had an urgent flight to New York for a meeting yesterday. He’ll rush over as soon as he lands.” Vivian’s eyes lit up instantly. “Sounds busy. What does he do?” Kamran was always low-key. Besides the few companies he owned, I actually wasn’t entirely sure what he did. “Oh, he just works at his family’s company.” At my words, the others exchanged knowing glances and a suppressed laugh. “The Mu family… never heard of them. Did she not even have time to make up a background story?” Just then, the doorbell rang. For a split second, I was ready to rush into his arms. But when I saw the roses in his hand, and the missing mole beneath his eye, I knew immediately this wasn’t Kamran. I’m allergic to roses; he would never forget that. “I’m not late, am I?” “No, you’re just in time.” Amber took the flowers, then playfully kissed him on the cheek. Connor rubbed his earlobe, a blush creeping up his neck. The gesture was exactly like Kamran’s. I noticed Connor’s gaze lingering on me, so Amber quickly stepped in front of me. “My man’s here. Where’s yours?” “Could it be that after seeing Connor in person, your ‘actor’ didn’t dare show up?” No new messages on SnapChat. His phone was still off. My heart began to waver. Were they really… not the same person? Suddenly. The doorbell rang a second time. I rushed to open the door, filled with hope. But I only saw over a dozen delivery people, carrying gift after gift inside. Soon, the entire living room was overflowing. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kamran had an emergency. He truly couldn’t make it today. These gifts are a small token of his apology.” Amber burst out laughing. “You think we’ll believe you if you just spend a little money? Skylar, you’re such a joke.” Victoria grabbed her purse. “Alright, I’ve seen enough of this charade.” She looked at Vivian, her eyes filled with thinly veiled threats. “If she has mental issues, she should see a doctor. If she’s desperate to get married, she should find an old man. If she continues this ridiculous behavior, it’ll be the Shen family’s reputation on the line.” In the end, Vivian bowed ninety degrees, smiling apologetically as she escorted Victoria out. As I was leaving, she uttered one last sentence. “Skylar, you should have just died out there.”
That night, Kamran knelt by my bedside for three hours straight before I finally cooled down. Even with lingering doubts, we silently agreed not to bring up meeting my parents again. We focused on planning our wedding. Unexpectedly, while trying on wedding dresses, I ran into Amber again. “So what if someone else ordered it? Whatever she’s paying, I’ll pay double!” Brenda, the store manager, politely tried to explain, “It’s not about the money…” “Do you know who I’m marrying?” “The Shens.” “Who in all of New York dares to go against the Shen family?!” When Brenda saw me, she looked like she’d found a savior, finally letting out a sigh of relief. “This gown was custom-designed for Ms. Skylar. It’s to commemorate their collaborative brand’s first appearance at Paris Fashion Week.” Amber’s eyes turned even redder with envy. “Honestly, the dress isn’t that great.” She leaned close to my ear, her voice a poisonous whisper. “But if it’s yours, I will take it.” The next second, she switched to a pitiful sob, tilting her head and burrowing into Connor’s arms. “They all say I’m just a fake heiress, that I don’t deserve anything…” Connor lovingly stroked her head, his voice soft with reassurance. “No one bullies my wife. If you like it, we’ll get it.” Brenda hesitated, looking at me with a troubled expression. I nodded, silently agreeing. After all, with Amber’s waistline, which she’d been “fortifying” to ensure a boy, there was no way she’d fit into it. Sure enough. Riiip! A girl’s shriek echoed from the fitting room. When Amber emerged, still furious, she deliberately stomped on the gown twice. That was it. The remaining crystals on the dress rained down like scattered beads. Brenda quickly came over with the bill. A crowd of onlookers watched, enjoying the drama. Amber looked even more flustered and indignant. “Why are you rushing? I dared to try it, so of course I’ll pay for it.” But the next second, when she saw the number on the bill: “What?! Ten million?!” Amber nervously glanced at Connor’s face. She knew Victoria had only given him a budget of one million. No matter how much she pouted and begged, she couldn’t justify multiplying that by ten. “It’s this stupid dress! It scratched my waist, and I got so upset…” “It’s fine,” Connor said, signing the bill with a flourish. “But you’ll have to explain it to my mom yourself, okay?” Amber’s face froze. His tone seemed as doting as ever, but Connor’s eyes remained fixed on me. Even Amber, who had been so smug just moments ago, sensed something was off. Suddenly intrigued, I leaned close to her ear, mimicking her soft tone. “Tell me, do you think it’s possible that Connor is actually playing you?”
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