They Swapped The Wrong Girl

Synopsis

When my birth parents arrived with my brothers, I was still on the floor, cigarette in one hand. Liquor burnt my throat as another customer forced another drink on me. I barely glanced up, but it was enough. They recoiled, then shifted to block the girl behind them. She stood there in her white dress, untouched and wide-eyed, not like me. Poor girl. She didn't know I wasn't some long-lost heiress waiting to be saved. I was the nightmare they'd left behind, and I'd come for revenge.