The Fake Heiress Stole the Real One's Life, Until the Real Boss Used Her Designs to Take the World by Storm

Everyone says President Ling found himself a stand-in, and that the new designer looks just like his missing former love. Only I know that I’m the real one. I watch my younger sister use my face to flirt with him. I watch him lose himself again and again when he sees the unfamiliar face I wear. My revenge plan is going smoothly. Until the day he pins me beneath the tree where we fell in love. His eyes red, he says, “Stop pretending… That necklace around your neck is the one I buried with my own hands.” Embedded inside it is a shard of glass from the day of my car accident.