When I Read the Fake Heiress’s Mind
Language: en
Melanie, the fake heiress, was all sweetness and light. From the moment I returned home, she pretended to treat me like a real sister. I was genuinely grateful. So when she complained of cramps and asked for a special herbal tea, I didn’t hesitate to get it for her. But the instant I turned my back, a laugh echoed in my mind. It was Melanie’s. What herbal tea? This is your one-way ticket out of the Ashton family. If you refuse to make it for me, I’ll just tell everyone you watched me suffer and did nothing. And if you do make it, I’ll just slip in some of those dried berries I’m…