It Turns Out I'm the Real Heiress to WealthChapter 1 The Scheme of My Stepsister
The night before my wedding, I caught my boyfriend Henry Jenkins in bed with my stepsister.
Seeing my furious expression, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Baby, this is just a little test for you before the wedding," he said, grinning.
I looked at the two of them, disheveled and panting, and felt a wave of disgust.
What a scumbag!
I scoffed, "I don't accept any test from anyone."
On the night before my wedding, I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, and his partner was my stepsister.
I had returned to the hotel unexpectedly to grab the wedding ring I'd need for the ceremony the next day.
Just as I approached the door, I heard flirtatious voices coming from inside.
I froze at the entrance, my stepsister Oliva's voice ringing in my ears.
"Henry, why don't we just skip tonight? You still have to get married tomorrow."
"Just get through tomorrow, and if it weren't for the fact that I see Olivia as somewhat useful, I would've dumped her to the curb long ago."
I'm Olivia Reynolds. Oliva Reynolds is my stepsister, two years younger than me. My mother got pregnant with her the year she remarried.
I didn't know what my stepfather Adams and my mother Wendy Irvin had discussed, but after Oliva was born, they insisted on giving her a name that sounded similar to mine.
All I knew was that once she was born, my mother stopped loving me. She doted on Oliva day and night, her eyes filled with affection.
When she was born, she was dark and wrinkled; even the head nurse frowned, seeing no resemblance to a little girl.
Somehow, as the years went by, she blossomed into a stunning beauty.
Meanwhile, I, who had always been praised for my looks as a child, started gaining weight. Dark spots appeared on my face, my skin worsened, and my figure began to change.
I wanted my mother to take me to a dermatologist, but she gave me a disapproving look.
"Girls change a lot as they grow up. It's only natural that you're looking worse," she said.
Then scooped Oliva into her arms and showered her with kisses.
"Oliva is so beautiful; she's going to be a real knockout when she grows up."
Hearing this, I could only lower my head in disappointment, letting tears roll down my cheeks.
In high school, I, who had always ranked in the top ten of my class, hit a wall during one midterm exam.