Heiress Reclaimed

Synopsis

After spending five years abroad on archaeological digs with my grandpa, I came back to find that Sophia Taylor, the poor student my dad had been helping out, had somehow become Yara Lynch, the Lynch family's heiress. She even stole my spot as the bride-to-be and threw a lavish engagement party with Vincent Harris. That day, Sophia was poured into a couture gown, diamonds dripping from her throat like water, gliding through the ballroom as if her name were already engraved on the deed. When she spotted me, her mouth curved into a scalpel-sharp smile. She sneered, "Oh, Sylvia Lynch. Did the family allowance run out? Back to play starving orphan, so my dad will open his wallet again?" She flicked her fingers like swatting a fly and called out, "Security, drag this nobody out. One tile here is worth more than her entire outfit." If it were in my previous life, I probably would've just stood there, stupidly arguing with her about who was the real heiress, and everyone would just laugh at me. This time, however, I strode up, cracked my palm across her diamond-dusted cheek, and hissed, "Keep dreaming you're family, princess. Tonight, we find out whose name hits the curb."