Fake It Till I Own It: Reborn Heiress Takes It All Back

When I'm scouring for food in the dumpster, I get recognized and taken home by the richest man in the city, Maverick Clark.

As soon as I get home, Camila Clark, the fake heiress who has taken my spot for many years, asks our parents with an aggrieved look, "Mom, Dad, now that the actual heiress is home, does that mean I have to leave now?"

Upon noticing the frowns on my parents' faces, I quickly sink down on my knees and begin pleading to them pitifully.

"Mom, Dad, if you don't like me, I'll just go back to the alley you found me at."

Camila Clark, you stole my identity and the affection meant for me by pretending to be frail and weak in the previous life. That was how I ended up dying on the streets from starvation.

This time, not only will I kick you out of the Clark family, but I'll also take back the assets and identity you've swindled from my parents by playing the pity card!

Aren't you the most skilled in acting pitiful?

Let's see who's better at tricking the Clarks into voluntarily giving away their assets and social standing on a silver platter!

On my first day back with the Clark family, I stood looking at the enormous house, a feeling of familiarity mixed with strangeness washing over me.

Dad smiled at me. "Do you like any particular room? Pick one to stay in for now."

I nodded. "Then I'll take this study."

In my past life, the two best rooms on the second floor had both been occupied by my little sister, Camila Clark. One was her bedroom, the other her study. To please my family, I had given them up and moved into a dark, cramped storage room instead.

Sure enough, Dad looked embarrassed. "Beth, why don't you choose a different room? This one is your sister's study."

In my previous life, I would have already compromised, but this time I wasn't going to try so hard to please everyone.

I lowered my head, my voice small and weak. "I'm sorry, Dad. I thought I really could choose my own room."

Camila immediately lowered her head and began to sob, her voice trembling. "Why would you say that, Beth? If you want it, I'll just move out. After all, I'm the one who took over what wasn't mine in the first place."

My brother, Noel Clark, immediately rushed to comfort her, shooting me a disgusted look. "There are so many other rooms in the house. Why do you have to fight over Camy's study?"

Mom spoke up then as well. "Camila has finals coming up. She needs a quiet space to focus. You can stay in one of the other rooms."

I nodded meekly, letting my shoulders slump. "It's okay. I'm just grateful to have a place to rest now. Before, when I was living on the streets, I kept getting soaked by the rain and had to sleep hiding