At my sister's wedding, she tore my dress in front of everyone and accused me of seducing her fiancé.
I smiled and played the chat logs of her groveling to the real heiress. “Sis, the rich family you're marrying into is a fake.”
The real heiress walked in with my biological older brother on her arm. “Allow me to introduce my fiancé. He's the one from the real rich family.”
My adoptive mother screamed and tried to tear up my household registration booklet, only to discover that I'd already transferred my registration into one of the most powerful families in the country.
“Forgot to mention: I forged the paternity test you switched, too.”
Under the camera flashes, I turned to the man in the corner who controlled half the city's economy.
“Had enough of the show, darling? Time to close the net.”
It's beautiful, I've been following it
Good to read, not a slap in the face novel