The Heiress's Rebirth: Fire and Retribution

Summary

When someone swapped me with her baby, I didn't cry or fuss; I just closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

I watched helplessly as the life of wealth and privilege that belonged to me was traded away from these frostbite-scarred hands.

The tension in the woman's face finally eased the moment she held me in her arms.

She walked away from the opulent mansion behind her, looking back with every step.

She thought her daughter had climbed the social ladder and become the child of aristocrats, oblivious to the fact that she had personally thrown her own flesh and blood into an abyss.