The True Heiress Who Sees Through Fake Innocence

Summary

Eight years studying manipulative victim-players left my dissertation stalled, missing a prime subject. So when my wealthy biological parents arrived with DNA proof, I saw opportunity. Father announced Beth, my frail younger sister, demanding I accommodate her. Perfect data. I entered their car without packing.

Back at the estate, Beth offered homemade soup with a sweet smile. As I reached, she dropped the bowl. Porcelain shattered. She sobbed instantly, claiming I struck it away. Mother cradled her, citing burns. Brother Mark kicked shards, ordering me gone. Father demanded an apology.