Rejecting The Fake Heiress Script
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The afternoon I discovered I wasn't a real Lancaster, I decided my best move was to get myself married off before the biological daughter came through the front door.
I marched straight into Chase Lockwood’s corner office, slammed my palms on his mahogany desk, and said, "Hey, idiot. I’m feeling generous. Here’s your once-in-a-lifetime chance to lock me down. Marry me."
The words had barely left my lips when the air in front of my face fractured, erupting into floating ribbons of translucent, glowing text:
