After my death, the whole family found out that I was actually a fake heiress — Novel

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In a world where appearances can deceive, Anna Gilbert’s life spirals from one of despair to a shocking revelation after her untimely death. As she lays in the hospital, grappling with the weight of her family's sacrifices, Anna believes she is just another burden, destined to fade away quietly. But when she awakens in the afterlife, the truth about her family's hidden wealth unravels like a tightly wound thread—revealing that everything she endured was part of a twisted plan to mold her into the perfect daughter.

As her parents prepare to unveil their secrets, the stakes rise. Will Anna's sacrifice lead to a brighter future for the family she loved, or will it expose the cracks in their carefully constructed facade? With the clock ticking, Anna must navigate the tangled web of lies and loyalty that binds her to the very people who have both adored and hidden from her. In a struggle between love and betrayal, what will it take for Anna to reclaim her identity and rewrite her fate?

As she watches from the sidelines, a question lingers: Can the bonds of family withstand the weight of truth, or will they crumble under the burden of their own making?

After my death, the whole family found out that I was actually a fake heiressChapter 1

I, Anna Gilbert, in the final stage of kidney failure, finally made up my mind to die.

Dr. Harrison refused to accept it. "The hospital just found a matching kidney. Pay $500,000, and you're cured." He leaned forward. "Talk to your family. One more time."

I thought of Mom bedridden, Dad hauling cement at construction sites. I shook my head.

I don't want to die.

But if saving this broken body means draining my family dry—I'd rather go.

Maybe after I'm gone, their lives can finally get a little easier…

After I died, I discovered that my "dirt-poor" parents owned luxury cars, a villa, and hundreds of millions in savings.

Eighteen years of grinding poverty was just one step in their "raise her poor" plan.

And it worked.

Poverty made me sensible. Inferiority made me obedient. I became the "perfect" daughter they'd always wanted.

They were waiting until after next month's college entrance exams to tell me everything—to finally let me live as the rich girl I was born to be.

But I died the night before dawn.

On the eve of exams, the school arranged physicals.

The moment I saw my results, my world collapsed.