After the True Heiress Return, the Scheming Fake Daughter CriedChapter 1
My best friend and I were the infamous "double trouble" of the orphanage—two little she-demons everyone knew to stay away from.
I had a sharp tongue that could make people cry, while she had fists that could make them regret ever crossing us. Between my venomous mouth and her terrifying right hook, not a single kid—or even the guard dog—dared to mess with us. When we walked by, even that big mutt would tuck its tail and slink along the wall.
When we were eight years old, crouched in a corner poking at an anthill, the headmistress walked over with a well-dressed couple.
They said my best friend was the real daughter of the powerful Lambert family—the richest family in the city—and they'd come to take her home.
But my best friend refused to go without me.
She sat on the ground, kicking her legs and wailing, "If it weren't for Yanna all these years, I'd have been bullied to death! If you don't adopt her too, I'm not going anywhere!"
I tossed aside my little stick, put on my sweetest smile, and ran up to the couple.
"Hello, Uncle and Auntie! I'm the most well-behaved and obedient child in the whole orphanage. Adopting me is definitely a good deal~"
The headmistress's face twitched violently—like she'd just swallowed a mouthful of flies.
Well-behaved? Obedient?
Did we even hear ourselves?
Maybe afraid that we'd both stay and continue wreaking havoc, the headmistress shut her eyes and made a decision that probably went against every ancestral rule of her forebears.
——
"Mr. and Mrs. Lambert," she said quickly, "Carmela and Yanna are the best girls we have here. They're inseparable—why not adopt both?"
The couple hesitated.
"It's not that we mind raising one more child," Aunt Laura said gently, "but... we already have an adopted daughter at home."
My best friend and I exchanged sharp looks.
An adopted daughter?
So a fake heiress?
Absolutely not! I wouldn't let my best friend walk into that snake pit alone.
I clasped my hands and looked up at them earnestly. "Uncle, Auntie, if you take Carmela away by herself, she might get depressed—or worse, do something silly. But if you bring me along, I'll make sure she's happy and well!"
The couple visibly shuddered at my words, and my best friend quickly followed up by bursting into tears.
"Yes! If you don't agree, I'll hang myself at your front gate tonight—wahhh!"