I'm the real heiress who was switched at birth, but my biological father refuses to bring me home.
His precious darling is the fake heiress, highly educated and elegant. As for me, I'm just a high school dropout who has bounced between factory lines and restaurant jobs. Grease stains that won't wash off are embedded beneath my fingernails, and rough calluses cover my palms.
My biological mother feels sorry for me, but she's only a housewife with no say in the matter.
In my previous life, I desperately tried to squeeze my way into that family.
I framed the fake heiress, fought over the inheritance, and fought for status, only to become a sacrifice in the wealthy family's power struggles. Exposed and despised, I ended up living on the streets and dying a miserable death from illness.
Reborn on the day I discovered I was the real heiress, I immediately made plans to leave the city.
This time, whoever wants to be the "real heiress" can have the title. All I want is freedom.
Thesis: Love yourself
