The One I Used to Treat Like Trash Is the Real Heiress O

Duan Chun met an Omega at a bar whose pheromones drove her wild.

What a pity. She was a wealthy heiress from a distinguished family.

The other woman, meanwhile, was so poor she could only do whatever people told her.

They were destined to be worlds apart.

Duan Chun was only playing around with this Omega.

All she had to do was swipe a little pocket money onto her card, and the Omega would fall under her control, enduring her cruel teasing.

Her pheromones enveloped the outside of the Omega's glands. The Alpha's distinctive fangs traced the edges of the glands, then suddenly stopped.

With keen interest, she whispered beside the defeated Omega's ear, "Our status is too different. You're not worthy of the comfort of my pheromones. Why don't you try begging me? I'll teach you a few ways to ask..."

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Duan Chun had never imagined that she was merely a fake heiress, mistaken for a member of the family.

The day the truth about her birth came to light, her family disowned her in an instant, casting her aside.

She was dumped in the estate garden along with her luggage.

Just then, the real heiress, once again cherished by everyone, returned.

The familiar voices of her family mingled with the Omega's as they drifted through the shadows of the trees:

"Mother, do you mean that as long as I don't mind her taking my place, we can let her stay? ... I don't think I'm that magnanimous. Let me think it over a little longer."

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Duan Chun stood drenched and miserable in the rain.

The chilly mist carried the orange blossom pheromones she had once been so fond of.

Dressed in new finery and holding an umbrella, the Omega approached at an unhurried pace and looked down at the beaten dog lying on the ground:

"You taught me what it's supposed to look like when someone begs."

Theme: The many forms of love.