The Billionaire’s Scars: The Return of the Real Heiress
Language: en
When the billionaire found me, my adoptive parents were in the middle of a drunken rage, lashing out at me with a belt. I didn't run. I didn't cry. I looked at the man in the expensive suit with eyes that were three parts innocent and seven parts hollow. I looked exactly like a broken porcelain doll. I knew the truth: I was a replacement. Or rather, I was the original they had lost. In my past life, I told them the truth immediately. I begged for their love. In return, I was framed, my reputation ruined, and I was eventually burned alive in a "tragic" gas explosion. This time, I…