At the engagement banquet, she waited in an invaluable white gown for her fiancé to place a pink diamond ring on her finger. The moment the doors burst open, she realized she never truly belonged to the family. Ella, the long-lost biological daughter, returned. Huddled behind Mr. Howard in a torn hoodie, she looked like a frightened stray cat. Yet when she collapsed into Lucian’s arms, everyone wept for their reunion—everyone except Samantha. Overnight, Samantha was driven from her master bedroom into a dark guest room. Ella wore her silk nightdress and exclusive perfume, timidly claiming she preferred the basement. Mrs. Howard instantly took her into her arms, overcome with sympathy. Even Lucian, her promised fiancé, glanced at her with icy indifference while rushing Ella to get a tetanus shot. When Ella flashed a triumphant sneer out of sight, Samantha understood the cruel truth. After twenty years of wealth and affection, she was never a daughter or a fiancée—only a replaceable fake. Now, the real one had come back.
