The Fake Heiress Came Back And Took My Crown Novel – The fake daughter jumped into the sea and disappeared, leaving behind a note [My sister is too perfect. I can’t compete with her, and I don’t want to anymore.] She became everyone’s lost love, while I became the culprit who drove her to suicide. From that moment, my entire family seemed to hate me with every fiber of their being, and my brother, who had once gifted me a piano, cruelly crushed my fingers one by one.
“Since you once used your talent in music to suppress her, then you no longer need these hands.” My fiancé handed me a bottle of sulfuric acid. “She always envied your looks. Now ruin your own face so she’ll have peace. Don’t force me to do it myself. Disfigure it with your own hands.” As for my parents, they locked me in the basement even though they knew I suffered from claustrophobia. “As long as Lene doesn’t return, you will stay here and reflect.” “You’ll only come out when you learn not to fight for affection.” Later, the fake daughter claimed she couldn’t bear to leave our parents, and with reddened eyes, she returned home.
After that, I became obedient and sensible, never again competing with her. Yet suddenly, they all panicked. “Freya… do you not want us anymore?” … The day after Lene Taylor returned, I was finally brought out of the basement where I had been imprisoned for two years. Soon after, my brother’s cold voice rang out. “Lene has come back. We won’t hold you accountable anymore for forcing her to kill herself.” “She has been without her memory for two years and only just regained it.
She cannot take any more shocks. If you dare hurt her again, then get out of this house and never return!” The sunlight made me nearly blind after so long in darkness, and through the glare, I faintly saw my brother’s stern face. But I could barely hear his words. After two years of confinement, trapped in endless silence and shadows, my consciousness had slowed, and even my hearing was ringing with a constant buzz. It didn’t matter; I knew Lene had returned, and with that, I finally felt the darkness lift. I forced my throat to move and whispered, “Alright.” I nodded slightly. My throat burned like fire, making it impossible to say another word.
Not long after, I stood again in the living room that felt both familiar and strange, and there I saw Lene. She was more beautiful than two years ago, wearing a diamond-studded couture gown, sitting gracefully in the center of the crowd, still the little princess surrounded by admiration. My parents held her hands with joy, crying one moment and laughing the next. “Don’t worry. In the years you were gone, we’ve already taught your sister a good lesson. Lene, please don’t do anything foolish ever again, alright?” Lene leaned on my mother’s shoulder, eyes red with tears. “Mom, see? I’ve come back.” “It was all my fault.
I was insecure and childish. None of this was my sister’s doing, so please don’t punish her anymore.” “Actually, my sister was right. She’s your real daughter, and she deserves everything good. She can marry Vito Miller.” “I, as the imposter who took her place, was destined to be trampled beneath her feet…” As always, she spoke ill of me. But I no longer wanted to argue. Yes, I was their biological daughter, and she was only an adopted one. Yet in all those years, as their so-called real daughter, I was treated worse than a beggar on the street.
I couldn’t even remember when it began. Perhaps it started when, after just one year of piano lessons, I won a prize. She pouted tearfully: “Sister, that first prize should have been mine.” “Sister, I’ve already given you back Mom and Dad. Why do you still have to suppress me? If you can’t accept me, then I’ll just return to the orphanage…” Later, when Vito praised my looks, she turned red-eyed: “Sister, you’re already so beautiful, with so many men admiring you. Why must you steal the one I like too?” Again and again, it went on, until my entire world was filled only with my parents’ accusations and my brother’s indifference.
Those days had been unbearably painful, and every breath felt like knives piercing my chest. So, when my parents’ commanding eyes turned toward me, I opened my mouth first. “Alright. Let her marry Vito.”