The Heiress Who Spoke Her Mind

Synopsis

I've always been a straight shooter. When my birth father brought me back to the Ward family, the fake heiress, Gloria, was sobbing in my mother's arms. "It's my fault," she wept. "I took her place. I lived her life of luxury for eighteen years while she suffered in the countryside. Maybe... maybe I should leave. I don't want to intrude on your real family's reunion." My mother held her, silent tears falling. My father looked at me, his words caught in his throat. My own brother glared at me with pure hostility. "Chelsea! You just got here and you're already trying to drive Gloria out? You're nothing but trouble!" There I stood, under a glittering crystal chandelier, in my faded jeans and shirt with worn-out sleeves, completely baffled. "Seriously?" I said. "I thought this was some fancy rich family. You mean you can't even afford one more daughter?"