He Tried to Steal My Life

After I reunited with my real family, I somehow became a copycat who got on my father's nerves.

The fake heir, Duncan Weaver, studied abroad at a top university.

So I got into grad school after studying for just three months.

When Duncan came back to start a business, I built a leading men's clothing brand in the industry within a year.

When Duncan made the news for volunteering in rural schools, I donated millions of dollars and ended up making bigger headlines.

They couldn't stand it. But they couldn't beat me either.

Then one day, right after Duncan publicly announced his engagement, I posted my own wedding announcement the very next day.

My biological father, who hadn't contacted me in three years, immediately called.

He ordered me to take down my wedding photos.

"You copying Duncan in everything was already bad enough," he snapped. "Now you're even trying to steal his fiancée? What the hell are you thinking?"

On the other end of the call, I could hear Duncan crying.

"Dad, don't say that," he said between sobs. "I asked Chelsea. She doesn't even know Leo.

"That wedding photo he posted is fake. He edited it just to piss me off."

Who was Chelsea?

Since when did the woman I had grown up with for 18 years at the orphanage become someone else's fiancée?

Then Duncan sent over his own wedding photo.

What a funny coincidence.

The woman in the photo looked exactly like my fiancée.

I checked the photos again and again.

My fiancée and this woman in the photos looked almost identical.

When I stayed silent for too long, the voice on the other end of the phone turned mocking again.

"Well? Nothing to say now that you've been exposed?"

"I'm outside your door. Let's talk face to face," I stated coldly.

My father looked like he had seen a ghost when he opened the door.

Only when he noticed the expensive gifts I was carrying did he finally step aside to let me in.

"At least you came to apologize," he said coldly. "Maybe you're not completely hopeless. But let me give you some advice: you should give up now. I know you like competing with Duncan, but the Trivetts are a powerful old-money household. They would never accept a nobody influencer like you."

Our family had been close with the Trivetts for generations.

When Duncan Weaver and I were kids, our families even arranged a future marriage alliance.

The day I reunited with my real family, the Trivetts sent word.

They only recognized Duncan as their future son-in-law.

When they heard I was an online streamer, they treated me with open disdain and kept their distance.

They had never once agreed to meet me.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you," I said.

I lifted my left hand, showing the expensive wedding ring on my finger.

"My fiancée's family is far wealthier than the Trivetts. Honestly, families that try so hard to look important like them don't