From Fish Guts to Gucci: How I Trolled the Fake Heiress Chapter 1

The day my billionaire parents found me, I was gutting a fish in the local market.

After they brought me home, the "Fake Heiress" tried to play mind games with me, dropping passive-aggressive hints left and right.

Unfortunately for her, I barely went to school, so I didn't understand a word of her subtle shade.

My biological brother couldn't stand watching it anymore, so he gave me a copy of The Mean Girl Survival Guide.

I became a self-taught master. Later, I smiled innocently at the Fake Heiress and said:

"Haha, trying to mess with me? Jokes on you, it’s like kicking a cotton ball~"

She was so mad she literally ended up in the hospital.

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When my biological parents found me, I was passionately chopping fish.

It was a scorching summer day. I was wearing a waterproof apron, my cleaver thudding rhythmically against the cutting board.

I smelled like a mix of fish guts and old blood.

I looked at them blankly. Their faces were completely unfamiliar.

I asked them dumbly, "You want a carp?"

The man ignored the stench and pulled me into a hug. "Lily, you are our daughter. Mom and Dad are taking you home now, okay?"

Seeing how sincere he was, I nodded and agreed, but I insisted on bringing my mutt, Lucky.

I couldn't read the complex emotions in their eyes. Dad patted my head. "Lily, we can buy you a new dog when we get home, okay? A Poodle, a Maltese, whatever you want."

I shook my head and hugged Lucky tight, climbing into their luxury car.

Mom kept staring at me, telling me not to get the car dirty.

I nodded and hugged Lucky tighter. "Mom, I'm very good, and so is Lucky."

Mom finally turned away and stopped looking at me.