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.