After the Mix-Up, I Rest
Language: en
My real heiress sister was born with the kind of charm that turned every room into a battlefield. The Crown Prince of Manhattan threw money around for her like it was pocket change. An untouchable movie star fell from his pedestal for her. A possessive prep school golden boy once got red-eyed over her in public. And me? I was the fake heiress who had taken someone else’s place, a background extra with no presence whatsoever. At parties, Vivian was surrounded like royalty while I lurked in some dim corner, happily surviving on the scraps. She wore limited-edition couture every day. I picked…