Taking Back My Life from the Fake Heiress
Language: en
The year I turned four, my biological parents finally found me and brought me home. That was the first time a bodyguard ever escorted me to that magnificent, palace-like mansion on the hill. The fake heiress, wearing an exquisite tutu dress and hair clips worth thousands of dollars, walked up to me and asked, "Are you the cleaning lady's daughter?" So innocent. So pure. According to the personality my adoptive parents had beaten into me, I should have been terrified by this grand spectacle, completely at a loss for what to do. But... sorry, sweetheart. I've been reborn this time.