Sorry, You Are the Fake One
Language: en
After our driver's daughter moved in, Blake-my already resentful adoptive brother-grew to hate me even more. She looked like him. That, in his mind, was proof enough: I was the impostor, and she was the real heiress. Frankly, I couldn't be bothered to argue. Then came my eighteenth birthday. Blake showed up with the driver's daughter to stake her claim. He turned to our parents, expecting a standing ovation. “Mom, Dad, this is your real daughter, my real sister! Avery's the fake." Then he threw a DNA report in my face. “You've stolen my sister's life for eighteen years. Get out of…