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I was Joyce Collier's substitute in life. We looked so much alike that she used my name to hit the clubs, drag race, and flirt with whoever she wanted. I went to her classes, ran her business deals, and wrote her papers for her. Everyone thought Joyce was the perfect role model for women. Meanwhile, my reputation was trashed. Netizens called me shameless, said I was adopted by the Collier family but never gave anything back, causing trouble every day. I endured it all because I owed the Collier family a debt I could never repay. I kept holding on until everyone abandoned me, even my boyfriend, who cast me aside and started worshipping Joyce. He wrapped his arms around her and snarled at me, "Lydia, you're so dirty, you're not even fit to carry Joyce's shoes!" Years later, at a ball, my heel snapped. My ex reached out to pick up my shoe. But before he could, a rich, handsome man swept me up in his arms like I was something precious. "Your hands are filthy. You're not worthy to touch her shoes," the man said coldly.