The Fortunes of the Real and Fake Heiresses

I was the real heiress who had lived in the mountains for eighteen years.

After I came home, the fake heiress loved to act hurt and helpless in front of our parents and frame me, then secretly tell me, "Mom and Dad still love me. You can't take them away from me."

I watched a thread of good fortune drift away from her as soon as she finished speaking and smiled indifferently.

When my biological parents and brother blamed me for the fake heiress, I watched their wealth, good fortune, and luck drain away. I couldn't suppress the smile tugging at my lips.

The fake heiress's fiance came to tell me, wreathed in purple energy, that he was going to set things right. I studied the red thread and the black thread on him. The red one connected him to the fake heiress; the black one connected him to me.

I sighed. "We can still talk this through."

A short story of a little over ten thousand words.

Theme: What you steal must be returned