I Was My Sisters Breeding Tool
Language: en
The day the long-lost true heir showed up on the Ashton doorstep, I demanded a paternity test. Any rational person could see that my features were a perfect blueprint of the Ashton line, while the supposed "true daughter" was a stranger. I was certain I would expose the imposter, but the man who loved me most—my grandfather, Senator Harrison "Harry" Ashton—refused without a second thought. He studied me for a long time, and the familiar, doting look in his eyes chilled to something hard and clinical. "The Ashton name carries a thin, fragile bloodline, Clare," he declared, his voice a low,…