My boyfriend of six years broke up with me because he cheated on me with a rich and beautiful girl.

What he doesn't know is that the girl is my non-blood-related sister, a fake heiress of our family who will soon be kicked out.

When my boyfriend found out, he came back crying to beg me, claiming that I am his true love.

I just coldly laughed and slapped him, told him to scram, then I went home to inherit the billions of family wealth.

1

When Luke broke up with me, his tears were like rain, anyone who didn't know better would think I was the one who dumped him.

[Leila, don't blame me, the other girl just offered too much! You're so poor, even if we got married, we'd end up divorced. We can't even afford a house, while Miss Wood has so many houses she doesn't know what to do with them!]

[Leila, we've been together for so many years, you can understand me, right?]

[Don't blame me, if you must blame someone, blame this society, it's too realistic, the values are too bad!]

[Of course, if you really can't let go of me, I can allow you to have a child for me, the child can take my surname. After all, with all the money in Miss Wood's family, any child she has will certainly take her surname.]

[Don't worry, I'll take care of the child, and as for you, I'll give you a monthly living cost of 3000 dollars!]

I couldn’t stand it any longer, I was so angry my hand was shaking, I couldn’t help but slap him.

Six whole years, I would rather have been talking to cotton than dealing with this guy!

[Leila! How could you hit me? Are you disregarding our six years of feelings? Don't leave, explain, why you hit me!]

Not only did I want to hit him, it was a pity that I didn't expose him on the internet.

What a jerk!

It's still birthday today, and he not only forgot but also prepared such a big 'surprise' for me.

Back home, I ate my birthday cake alone.

Uncontrollably, tears slipped down my face.

Don't cry, Leila, don't cry!

In the middle of the night, unable to sleep, I couldn't resist taking out my mobile phone to call that jerk.

If anyone is to break up, it should be me! What standing does he, a cheating jerk, have to say such things?

[Let's break up, you jerk!]

I scolded him for a whole ten minutes, and throughout, he remained silent.

After scolding him, I felt relieved, while he still said nothing.

Guess he is too guilty after all!

Just when I was about to hang up, On the other end, a calm, a helpless male voice came through, "Leila, you dialed the wrong number."

Looking at the note, it read: Arthur, that gigolo.

His surname beginning with 'A' means he's first in my contacts list.

I was even more furious. My hard-constructed emotions vented out in the wrong direction.

What a waste!

I yelled out, [Jerk!]

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

I Couldn't sleep the whole night and finished breakfast with my eyes closed.

My dad, Ryan, gave me a call, [Leila, my precious baby girl! What does it take for you to come home and acknowledge your roots? The fake heiress from our family is about to bring her boyfriend home, evidently, another person to split your inheritance!]

I wasn't interested in the inheritance, but I was interested in the fake heiress's boyfriend. I remembered Luke telling me that the white-rich-beautiful girl's last name was Wood.

In our city, those with the last name Wood were rich. It was actually quite easy to find out who they were.

I asked my father, [What's the name of the boyfriend that Beatrice is bringing home?]

[I'm not sure, your mom said his name is Luke.]

"I'm rolling on the floor laughing here, [Dad, once you kick that fake rich girl out of the house, I'll officially be your daughter.]

[I agree, but your mom doesn't! But darling, don't worry. Dad will save all the family wealth for you and not give a cent to that fake!]

[Darling, hang on for a bit. That fake rich girl is bringing her boyfriend home for dinner tomorrow. Why don't you bring your poor boyfriend to meet me as well! You're my real daughter, after all. You can't be outdone by a fake!]

[Outdone in what? Whose boyfriend is the poorest?]

Despite saying that, I've still decided to go home.

After all this fuss, Luke fell for the counterfeit goods.

It's so ridiculous.

Chapter 2

My birth father's last name is Wood. He is a well-known business tycoon.

My adoptive father's last name is Hunter. I just found out I was switched at birth two years ago.

My birth mother doesn't like me; she thinks I'm coarse and rough around the edges.

I don't like my birth mother either. I hate the way she looks at me - a mixture of pity, disgust, and regret combined with a hint of fleeting affection, guilt-driven.

The first time I visited the Wood family, the fake heiress, Beatrice, insulted me for being a country bumpkin.

[So you're the biological daughter, Leila? Why are you so old-fashioned and impoverished-looking? You have none of the Wood family's elegance.] As she straightened out her nose.

[Hey, don't you take off your shoes when you enter a house? Well, considering the broken-down mud brick house you come from, it's not like there's any need to take off your shoes before entering. Country bumpkin indeed, lacking sophistication.]

My family is very poor; our front entrance is just a concrete floor where there is no need to remove your shoes.

The first time I entered a well-off household, I truly didn't understand.

When I removed my shoes to leave, my shoes were gone.

Beatrice had thrown them away.

Beatrice mentioned she had never seen such worn-out shoes before, and felt they were a disgrace if set out by the front door for the servants to see.

Those shoes were the ones my foster mother had sewn for me, stitch by stitch.

She tossed them straight into the gutter.

Infuriated, I slapped her.

My biological mother happened to see the scene; without another word, she slapped me back.

[How could a child your age be so vicious! You just got back and you're already hitting your sister!]

In tears, I retorted, [What sister? Don't you know how many daughters you've given birth to!]

Is she even my real mother, striking without discerning right from wrong?

Yet, when Beatrice threw away my shoes, my mother didn't reprimand her but instead said, [Is it just about a pair of shoes? I'll buy you a new pair, no, even a hundred pairs would be fine, right?]

To hell with those worn-out shoes, who cares about this woman buying me new shoes.

Since then, I refused to go home. Whoever loves this broken home can have it.

But my birth father, Ryan, is different. He has a strong concept of bloodline and is constantly plotting to drive away the fake heiress.

His scheming is pointless, though; he is henpecked, deathly afraid of my mother.

Our first visit ended in an unpleasant departure.

Before leaving, Beatrice was crying hard in the arms of my birth mother.

My birth mother was comforting her, "Beatrice, be good, even if you aren't my biological child, Mommy loves you the most. I raised you with my own hands and you are the only one I'll ever love in this life."

Beatrice feigned distress and said, "But, Mommy, I don't want to disrupt the family now that my sister has finally come home. ᴀllow me to go to the countryside. That way, Sister won't be uncomfortable."

"What does her discomfort have to do with you? If she's uncomfortable, then she shouldn't return home and stop recognizing me!"

That is my birth mother.

I'm preparing to bring a boyfriend home.

Ryan is right; I can't be outdone by the fake heiress.

I called Arthur, "Join me for a meal at home and pretend to be my boyfriend."

"What's in it for me?"

"Five hundred for lunch, and that's my final offer."

"It's a deal!"

Arthur agreed wholeheartedly without hesitation, as if he was afraid that I might withdraw the offer if he hesitated even for a second.

I met Arthur at a bar.

At that time, I went to pick up my boyfriend who was entertaining a customer at the bar and had gotten drunk.

While I was searching for my boyfriend, I witnessed an old woman stuffing a large wad of cash into Arthur's hands.

The woman was old and fat, and she had a long-haired mole at the corner of her mouth.

She held Arthur’s hand and refused to let go, while Arthur tried to push her off, "Please don't...this is not right!"

"What's not right? I've got plenty of money!" she replied.

I pitied the sight of him.

How could his frail body hold up under her weight?

I didn't find my boyfriend after a round of searching, but I did witness Arthur and the heavyset woman leaving the private room, one after another.

She gave Arthur a hug, then reluctantly walked away.

Overwhelmed by compassion, I approached him, "Let's connect on WhatsApp. I'll transfer you some money. If you have any difficulties at home, just let me know."

At that time, I was taken back in by the Wood family, and Ryan would frequently send me money.

I wouldn't spend the money, but I was certainly not stingy when it came to making donations.

I thought Arthur deserved a bit of help.

This is truly too disastrous!

The look in Arthur's eyes said, "Are you crazy?"

Though his face showed reluctance, he still added me on WhatsApp.

Ah, men.

Their bodies are always the most honest.

I directly transferred him five thousand.

Then, with deep implications, I said, "In the future, don't accept clients of this weight. Be a bit picky, won't you? You're young and handsome, why choose this profession!"

"A seven-foot-tall man should establish correct values, contribute to the construction of our nation, and become a shining successor of socialism!"

"What?"

The look in Arthur's eyes was unbelievable.

I felt that I had done a good deed, trying to pull a young man, mired deep, out of the fire pit.

What a great virtue this is!

I waved my hand and left the bar.

Arthur cursed, "Is she crazy?"

4

Arthur came to pick me up at the entrance of the neighborhood in a very old Buick car.

"You called so hastily. I didn't have time to go home and get my car. This is my sister's idle car. Would it be too shabby to drive this to your house? Call me earlier next time, and I'll come with a luxury car!"

Going to a rich woman's house to borrow a luxury car for show?

I said, "There won't be a next time."

Soon, we arrived home.

At the entrance of our house is a large villa surrounded by forests and fountains.

This is the second time that I came home, so everything felt unfamiliar.

I remarked in awe, "This house is really huge!"

Arthur looked at me, puzzled. "Isn't this your home? How can you not be familiar with your own house? It's not really that big, quite average, I'd say."

I gave him a side-eye, "You're hilarious. Aren't you ashamed, being such a poor guy?"

Must have frequented the house of a rich lady too much, behaving as if the house of the rich lady was his.

"Sister!"

What a disgusting voice. I hadn't heard it many times, but I knew immediately who it was.

Fake rich girl Beatrice.

I turned around and saw Beatrice walking towards me, arm in arm with my boyfriend.

Seeing me, Luke was instantly stunned.

"Leila, how did you follow me here? Isn't this overstepping the line? Didn't we agree to end things well?" Luke began barraging me with questions right away.

Beatrice covered her mouth in surprise. "Ah? Honey, do you know my sister?"

Luke was dumbfounded, "Leila is your sister? But she's a Hunter!"

"Leila, this is my boyfriend Luke!" Beatrice retaliated provocatively.

I finally understood. Beatrice knew all along that Luke was my boyfriend. It was all intentional!

Luke was in utter shock. "Leila, why didn't you tell me sooner! Well…"

"What sister? My mother only gave birth to me. Luke just broke up with me yesterday and now you two are together. It seems you two have been together for a while huh!"

Pretending to be surprised, Beatrice countered, "What? You two were dating before? Honey, is this true?"

Luke was panic-stricken and didn't know what to say.

My parents were out now, and they knew what had happened.

It turned out that Beatrice and Luke had been together for over half a year, and Beatrice often mentioned Luke.

In tears, Beatrice accused me, "Leila, did you and Luke collude against me? Oh no…I never knew Luke had a girlfriend... Leila, how could you treat me like this…"

She let go of Luke, crying and ran into my mother's arms.

My mother glared at Luke, as though she wanted to kill him on sight.

Luke was terrified, shaking so much he didn't know what to say.

I see now. In Beatrice's eyes, Luke is nothing more than a pawn.

Specifically, a pawn to be used against me.

Arthur couldn't help but say, "What are you doing? It's Leila who had her boyfriend stolen, what are you crying for? She's not even crying!"

Even my mother furrowed her brows, seemingly agreeing with what Arthur just said.

Beatrice cried even harder, "I really didn't know Luke had a girlfriend, let alone that it was Leila! If I knew, I wouldn't have the guts to be with Luke even if you gave me a thousand times more courage! I really like Luke, this is so embarrassing... Mom, I've let Leila down. I might as well go die!"

In extreme shame, Beatrice cried and tried to run into the stone lion at the door...