My Daughter Was Named a Lie

After spending six months overseas expanding business, I had just closed a deal worth ten billion.

Casually scrolling through the news, a headline made me stop dead in my tracks.

[Shocking! Illegitimate Daughter Provokes Meyer Family Heiress, Teacher and Classmates Punish Her!]

In the video, my daughter Maeve stood in the freezing snow wearing nothing but a tattered dress, her body covered in bruises. She was being forced to endure the cold, her little frame shivering uncontrollably.

A female teacher poked at Maeve's head, ordering the entire class to call her a shameless illegitimate child.

Maeve sobbed, insisting she wasn't, but all she got in return was crueler, more mocking laughter from everyone around her.

Then a chubby little boy ran up and slapped her across the face.

"Your mom's a mistress, and you're a filthy illegitimate child! You're both just gutter rats!"

The teacher didn't stop him—she clapped her hands in approval.

"That's right! The Meyer family heir isn't something just any nobody gets to pretend to be."

"Besides, Mrs. Meyer picks up Clarisse every single day. Look at her—so elegant, clearly classy. And your homewrecker of a mother? Pathetic. She's not even in the same league."

When I heard that last line, I slammed my laptop shut, shaking with rage.

I turned to my assistant.

"Book me the fastest private jet home. I want to see for myself exactly when Aaron, that worthless husband of mine, managed to father an illegitimate child."

Sitting on the private jet back home, I called Maeve's personal nanny, Dotty. She had worked for our family for years and even raised me when I was little—she was the one person I trusted completely.

The phone rang and rang. No answer.

I tried the chef, the early education tutor, and the driver I had arranged for Maeve before leaving the country. Not a single one picked up.

As a frown creased my brow, Aaron's video call came through. Without hesitation, I answered.

"Hi, darling! Why haven't you called me all day? I've been missing you like crazy."

Seeing him, his expression was as infuriatingly tender as ever, his gaze so clingy it could stretch like glue. Eight years of marriage, and he had always obeyed my every word. He wouldn't dare go against me, let alone cheat and father an illegitimate child.

I wasn't about to tip my hand before confirming the facts. I went straight to the point.

"Where's Maeve? I want her. Let her come to the phone."

"It's Maeve's birthday today. She invited a bunch of classmates over. They're having fun in the yard."

The camera panned slightly, and I saw the villa decorated with cakes, flowers, and balloons. Children were gathered in the courtyard, watching a magician perform. All eyes were on a little girl in a white lace dress at the center, like the sun around which everyone revolved.

Though her face was unclear from the distance, her height and posture looked like Maeve's.

"I'll have her video call