On the wedding day, I was humiliated in public, but I smiled and put on a ring that did not belong to the groom.
After three years in a wealthy family, I was like a caged bird. I signed an agreement not to leave the house and endured in order to survive.
An old letter hidden in the house surfaced: "You are not her substitute."
Others are still speculating on my identity, but I have planned a counterattack, taking every step of the way.
From a fake daughter to a real queen, in this life, I want to take back everything that belongs to me.
