I am the long-lost daughter of the richest family in the city. The day my biological brother brought me home, I had mud on my hands from sculpting. My foster sister, upon seeing me, immediately pushed me to the ground in disgust. Before I could even react, my biological mother slapped her across the face. "Who do you think you are? An adopted daughter dares to hit my own flesh and blood!" Damn! I like this mom. She's cool. I've decided right then and there—I'm staying. 1 I am the daughter of the city's wealthiest man, lost for twenty years. When my brother, Liam, found me, I was knee-deep in clay, working on a sculpture. He waved the fresh DNA test results in the air, hugging me excitedly. "Serena, you really are my sister! I knew I wasn't wrong! Come with me! I'm taking you home." I actually had an important mission to complete, and getting into the richest family would make things a lot easier. So, going back to "claim my birthright" and check out my new family was killing two birds with one stone. I got into the car with Liam, still a bit dazed. On the way, Liam briefed me on the family situation multiple times, terrified he'd miss a detail. He said the family had more money than we could ever spend, with businesses in fashion, food, real estate, and transportation. Mom called the shots at home, and she was a big deal in the business world too. Honestly, it sounded like he was just humble-bragging and hyping up Mom. "Besides Mom and Dad, there's just me and you. Oh, and the staff—maids, cooks, drivers." "Wait, there's also the daughter of one of Dad's friends. But she doesn't matter. Just pretend she doesn't exist." My brow furrowed. I'd heard stories about lost heirs returning home—the first step is usually a power struggle. Life in a billionaire's family is never simple. I looked down at my clothes, still stained with clay. Walking into a mansion looking like I just rolled in the mud? What kind of welcome was I in for? Thinking about it, I felt a strange sense of anticipation. From what I knew, this foster sister wasn't just some random girl. 2 As soon as we walked in, a girl dressed head-to-toe in designer brands came running towards us. She beamed at Liam. "Liam, you're back!" This must be the foster sister Liam mentioned, Chloe. Believing in the principle of "don't slap a smiling face," and considering we'd be living under the same roof, I put on a sweet smile and raised my hand to greet her. "Hi, I'm..." Before I could finish, she took a step back and shoved me hard. Caught off guard, I lost my balance and fell. Sharp pain shot through my ankle. "Liam, is she the new cleaning lady? Eww, she's so dirty! Make her leave!" Liam rushed to help me up, looking at my swollen ankle with distress, then turned to Chloe, shaking with anger. "Chloe! She is not a cleaning lady! She is my sister, Serena! Show some respect!" "And you just pushed her for no reason! Apologize to her now!" Chloe's eyes widened. She looked me up and down with disdain. "Sister? Her?! Liam, you've only known her for a few days. Who knows if she's a scammer!" "Not just anyone can walk through our front door!" Liam helped me stand and shielded me, his gaze sharp. "She is my biological sister. I don't hit women, but if you don't apologize today, don't blame me for being rude." Chloe stomped her foot, indignant. "Liam! You're yelling at me for her? I'm telling Dad!" What? What kind of logic is that? She was rude first, and now she's playing the victim? I was pissed. Growing up, my adoptive dad never even raised a hand against me. Before I left, he told me I didn't have to endure everything. Being a little feisty would actually fit my cover better. Nothing a good fight can't solve. I steadied myself, rolling up my sleeves, ready to slap her. But a fierce figure rushed past me. Before I could react, Slap! Slap! Chloe took two hard slaps to the face. "Who do you think you are? An adopted daughter dares to hit my own flesh and blood!" My own flesh and blood? Is this my biological mom? Her swift, precise movements were cooler than an action movie star. Even cooler than my adoptive dad. I almost applauded. "Mom!" I blurted out. 3 "Aye!" She responded instantly, her face transforming into a loving smile. As if the fierce warrior from a second ago wasn't her. She put her hands on my shoulders, looking me over again and again. Then she pulled me into a tight hug, tears welling up in her eyes. "Serena, you look just like me! Baby, Mom has been looking for you for so long!" "You've suffered all these years. Don't worry, Mom will make it up to you." Liam said I was lost when I was three. Mom and he never gave up looking for me. Finally, their efforts paid off. I was found and raised by my adoptive dad. He was a workaholic bachelor. Since I could remember, I never knew what motherly love felt like. I used to envy classmates who said "My mom said this" or had moms picking them up from school. Now, suddenly having a biological mom felt... amazing. Maybe it was blood instinct, but I didn't reject her. I felt warm inside. Liam turned away, secretly wiping his eyes. I patted Mom's back, comforting her. "Mom, Liam, I'm back. Thank you for not giving up on me." Liam hugged both of us. "It's good you're back. We'll never be separated again." This scene triggered Chloe. Her face twisted in anger, muttering: "You're all bullying me! I'm telling Dad!" Mom laughed, hearing this. She grabbed Chloe's chin, looking at her with disdain. "Oh? Really? Go ahead. See who calls the shots in this house!" Just then, noise came from the door. A voice preceded the person: "I'm home." Hearing this, Chloe ran to welcome him, throwing a glare at me before she left: "Dad's back. You're in for it now!" 4 Chloe threw herself into Dad's arms, sobbing. "Dad, you're finally back! Mom and Liam are bullying me!" Dad, let's call him Richard, looked at Chloe's face. "Chloe, what happened to your face? Who hit you?" "Come, let's get some medicine. It won't look good if it swells up." He tried to take Chloe to find the first aid kit, but the three of us blocked their way. Chloe lowered her head, sniffing. Mom crossed her arms, staring them down. "I hit her." Liam stood in the exact same pose as Mom. I looked at their expressions, a bit confused, and decided to stay silent. Liam spoke, his tone cold: "Dad, this is my biological sister, Serena. She came home today." As soon as he finished, Richard pushed Chloe aside and trotted over to me. He squinted, looking me up and down with an expression weirder than an old man reading a phone screen on the subway. Then he looked disgusted and conflicted. "Th-this is my daughter? For real? Is she another gold digger coming out of the woodwork?" "And why are you all bullying Chloe? Don't you know how pitiful her background is?" Huh? What? What kind of twisted logic is that? What does Chloe's pitiful background have to do with me? I didn't make her pitiful. Isn't being separated from my mom for twenty years more pitiful? I was speechless at his reaction and looked at Liam for help. Liam shielded me, giving me a reassuring look. "Serena, don't be scared. Just watch Mom." Before I understood what he meant, Mom exploded. She grabbed a baseball bat and started chasing Richard around the living room. "Richard! Did a donkey kick you in the head today? Did you forget your meds?" "Gold digger? Liam personally handled the DNA test!" "Even without the test, look at her face! Anyone with a brain can see she's my daughter!" "And you! Your daughter comes back and you don't even care? You side with an outsider? Looks like you need a beating to straighten you out!" My jaw dropped. I could fit two eggs in there. Liam looked like he was used to it, signaling me not to worry. Richard was begging for mercy in no time, looking absolutely pathetic. It was hilarious. But I didn't miss the flash of malice in his eyes when he looked down, or the venom in Chloe's gaze. My suspicion was confirmed. These two were not as simple as they seemed. 5 That night, after updating my adoptive dad on the situation, I went downstairs to find some food. I heard rustling outside my door. Looking through the peephole, I saw someone lurking. As I walked down the stairs, I deliberately didn't turn on the lights. I pretended not to see the stuff scattered on the steps or the person hiding in the corner. My foot slipped. Instinctively, I reached for the handrail. But a sudden push from behind sent me tumbling down the stairs. Shutterstock When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital room with Mom and Liam looking anxious. "Serena, you're awake! How do you feel?" "Does it hurt anywhere? You scared us to death!" Mom's eyes were red as she hugged me. Liam was calmer. "Serena, do you remember how you fell?" I didn't answer, but asked, "Where are Richard and Chloe?" "They said there was an emergency at the company and would come later." I paused before speaking. "Mom, Liam, my fall wasn't an accident. It was deliberate." "What?!" they exclaimed in unison. I pulled out my phone and showed them the surveillance footage. "I was worried about conflicts with Chloe, so I installed a micro-camera at my door just in case." The video clearly showed Chloe scattering beads on the floor. And when I slipped, she pushed me from behind. Mom and Liam were furious. "Chloe is evil! We can't keep her in the house. She has to move out." I held Mom's hand, looking serious. "Mom, Liam, listen to me. Chloe isn't as simple as she looks." "Moving her out is just step one. She needs to be removed from the company too." "This involves another reason for my return, but I can't reveal too much yet. Please understand." "Use our conflict as a reason to kick her out first. When I recover and join the company, I'll slowly strip her of her power." "There's more to my disappearance years ago. I'm still investigating. Let's not alert the enemy yet." Mom and Liam exchanged a serious look. In the end, they agreed to my plan.
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