No Surrender,The True Heiress’s Fight Chapter 1

I knew my true identity: the real heiress of an elite family. So I hurried to find my parents

After the DNA test, Mom and Dad immediately announced my return to the public.

Even Seraphina, the adopted daughter, didn't make things difficult for me; instead, she tried everything to help me blend into our new upscale life quickly.

But I was still unsatisfied, constantly stirring up trouble and making our home uncomfortable.

Finally, after I hit the nanny, Mom couldn't hold back anymore. Her voice cracked, "What exactly do you want?!"

I pointed at Mrs. Davis. "She keeps comparing me to your other daughter. Says I'm an ugly duckling."

Then, I turned my finger to Seraphina. "Since I'm back, why are you still keeping her around?"

Mom and Dad exchanged glances, trying to reason with me.

"It wasn't Seraphina's fault that the babies were switched."

Yes, it wasn't her fault. But was it my fault?

"I refuse to live with her. It’s either her or me—one of us has to go!"

"Stella, you..."

Mom reached out, trying to grab me, probably hoping to say something soft and smooth things over like she used to.

But I batted her hand away without a second thought, glaring at her fiercely.

Dad immediately scolded me. "What kind of attitude is that?"

"Is that how you treat your mother? So disrespectful?"

I clutched my hair, screaming hysterically. "She's not my mom, and you're not my dad!"

"You two are Seraphina's parents! What am I? Just some random person who popped up out of nowhere? You probably wish I'd just died out there, didn't you?!"

As I yelled, my peripheral vision caught sight of the catalyst for this outburst.

A box of strawberries that looked... less than fresh. Almost rotten.

I snatched the strawberries from the table and hurled them to the floor.

Then, I stomped on them with my shoes, crushing them until juice splattered everywhere. "With me and your precious daughter in this house, one is a princess, and the other is a beggar!"

"She wants strawberries, and the nanny gives her the freshest, the best."

"I want them, and I'm only worthy of eating ones that have been sitting for a week, already going bad."

"When have you ever treated me like your own? Why does no one here respect me?"

I always knew what the nannies whispered about behind my back.

But I held it in.

After all, what they said was true.

If I kept causing trouble, I'd probably just earn the family's annoyance.

But the more I tolerated, the more they just sneered.

"Someone who's unloved? What good things could *she* possibly get to eat?"

"These strawberries cost a thousand dollars for just five or six. Even rotten, she's lucky to have them."

That's when I finally realized the "delicious" big strawberries I'd been happily eating.

They were actually Seraphina's leftovers, the "trash" she didn't want because she didn't like them anymore.

Why?

I was the *real* daughter of this family!

I screamed and cried relentlessly.

But Mom and Dad just tried to calm me.

"We'll fire her immediately. If you want strawberries, we'll take you to buy the best, the freshest ones right now."

Seraphina bit her lower lip, her voice surprisingly calm. "I didn't know about any of this."

"I..."

She said, trying to approach me.

But I pushed her away without thinking. "You thief, why are you pretending to be a good person? You stole my life for so long, and you're still putting on airs?"

Seraphina fell to the floor, her head hitting the corner of the table, and blood started gushing.

I froze in shock.

Seeing this, Mom collapsed to the ground, utterly weak.

Dad's face showed clear anguish.

Watching that scene, my hatred surged even more.

Without a second thought, I bolted towards the balcony, straddling the railing...