I Became the Foil, but My Lottery System Made Me the Envy of the World

The day I was exposed as a fake heiress and kicked out of the wealthy family, I cried so hard my face was streaked with tears, clinging to the nanny's leg and refusing to let go.

My good little sister, the real heiress, stood at the villa entrance and looked down at me, offering fake consolation: "Sister, don't blame Mom and Dad. After all, you took my place for sixteen years."

My adoptive parents looked at me with disgust. "Stop putting on an act and get out. Just looking at you brings bad luck."

I cried even harder, but in my heart I silently said, "System, tally up my merit points."