I Was My Sisters Breeding Tool

Summary

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.