The real heiress returns Chapter 1

But at the very last minute, I discovered the truth: I was never the beloved daughter. I was a decoy, adopted solely to shield the real heiress from danger.

This wedding? It’s just a stepping stone, a game designed to pave the way for her by trampling over me.

In a moment of desperation, I texted the contact in my phone saved as "6'4, 22, Dead Broke":

“Coming to crash the wedding tomorrow?”

He replied instantly: “I’m not that desperate.”

My phone died right after, so I didn't reply.

The next morning, a video went viral online: a Shanghai billionaire, decked out in a groom's tuxedo, sprinting down the highway in the dead of night with a look of pure fury on his face.

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The night before the wedding, I realized the dress was wrong.

Not only was the size off, but the style was completely different from the one I had chosen.

I confronted the staff, but they insisted there was no mistake. They said Mr. Vance had personally given the instructions.

Two dresses. One delivered to the penthouse on the 68th floor, one to the 67th.

Since both brides had the last name "Ji," they had double and triple-checked. There was no error.

Ethan wasn't answering his phone.

I decided to go upstairs and ask him myself.

But when I saw the scene inside the room, I froze.

The wedding dress that was supposed to be mine was currently being worn by another woman.

My mother was hugging her, cooing over her as she pouted playfully. My father and Ethan sat nearby, their eyes soft, practically dripping with affection.

I stood in the doorway, stunned.

I don't know how long I stood there before Ethan’s phone rang.

He picked it up, and the smile vanished from his face. He didn't even have the patience to listen, cutting the caller off with a curt, "Ignore her."

When he hung up, my father asked, "Is Ji Shu causing trouble again?"

Ethan nodded, annoyed. "Just the imposter. She actually thinks I’m going to marry her. So much drama."

The woman in the wedding dress started to ask a question, but they quickly made up an excuse to send her away.

Watching her leave, the smile on my mother’s face disappeared, replaced by a chilling coldness.

She shot Ethan a reassuring look. "Just bear with it a little longer. After tomorrow, the decoy won't be of any use to us."

The "decoy" they were talking about was me.

I gripped the doorframe, knuckles white. I was about to turn and leave when a soft voice called out to me.

"Do you need something?"

It was the woman. As soon as they saw me, the blood drained from my parents' and fiancé's faces.