The Heiress's Revenge: The Maid Who Stole My Life

Summary

I woke up from a car accident.

My brother, my childhood sweetheart fiancé, and the college student I sponsored all told me I had amnesia.

They said I was the daughter of the housekeeper.

And Chloe, the real housekeeper's daughter, was the true Heiress.

"A maid's daughter is still a maid. Go, cook me something."

I didn't expose them. Instead, I obediently walked into the kitchen.

But I didn't use balsamic vinegar. I used engine oil. They ate it and spent the night in the ER.

I didn't use an iron for their clothes. I used a blowtorch. Millions of dollars in couture went up in flames.