As the daughter of the richest family in the country, I have a rare blood type, so my parents went out of their way to find me a backup blood donor in a remote mountain village. To compensate her, they publicly declared her their adopted daughter. But when I returned from recuperating abroad, I discovered that she and my fiancé were getting married. In front of all the guests, my fiancé announced that I was just a backup blood donor and that she was the real heiress. In my previous life, I kept quiet for the sake of my family’s reputation, but they only became more brazen. They stole my shares, drove me out of the family home, and even tortured me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn at the moment I barged into the wedding and saw them exchanging rings. This time, I rushed forward and slapped the fake heiress hard across the face. “You’re just some country bumpkin. Who do you think you are, pretending to be me?”
