The Fake Heiress Insists I’m the Real One

At the family recognition banquet meant to introduce the real heiress, a stream of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes:

[So, the real heiress tried to get back at the fake one by stealing the engagement gift from her and the male lead and got caught red-handed.]

[Even if she’s technically the fiancée, he knows who he really loves. The fake heiress is the one he actually wants.]

[What fiancée? She’s just a thief. Send her back to whatever slum she crawled out of.]

Dressed in a princess gown and surrounded by admirers, the fake heiress, Luna Lawson, walked up to me:

“Risa, you’re finally back. Mom, Dad, and I have missed you so much. From now on, we’re a family.”

I quietly kept eating my fried chicken.

When Luna saw me ignore her, her eyes suddenly reddened. Then she reached into my worn backpack and pulled out a ladies’ wristwatch.

“Why did you steal the engagement gift Brian gave me? I know you’re dissatisfied with me, but that doesn’t mean you can become a thief!”

My fiancé, Brian Cook, looked at me with open disgust.

“Return it to Luna right now, then get out of this house.”

Under the scornful gazes of the guests, I pointed at the man on stage, my father, who was clinking glasses with Luna’s adoptive father, and asked in confusion.

“What exactly did I steal? I’m not here for some family reunion. I just came along with my boss to grab a free meal.”

The comments exploded:

[This is way too awkward. She’s not the real heiress; she’s just an employee?!]

Luna Lawson’s eyes widened in disbelief, her voice turning sharp.

“An employee? How could you possibly be an employee!”

She immediately turned to Brian Cook, her tears falling even harder.

“Brian, look at her, she’s still making excuses! She must be jealous of me, jealous of everything I have, so she’s pulling something like this just to get attention!”

Brian stepped forward, his tall figure looming over me, his tone filled with condescension and judgment.

“That’s enough. Stop the act. You really think anyone would believe such a cheap lie?”

I swallowed the last bite of chicken, wiped my mouth with a napkin, and felt a little baffled.

My father was the richest man in the country, but since I worked at his company and didn’t want to reveal my identity, I always referred to him as “my boss” in public.

This time, the Lawson family had invited my father, but he declined, saying he was too busy.

I was the one who wanted a change of pace, so I begged him to let me come in his place and enjoy a free meal.

I hadn’t expected the drama to land on my own head.

“Why would I be acting?”

“Mr. Lawson invited my boss to this banquet. He didn’t have time, so I came in his place.

“What’s wrong with that?”

I met their gaze calmly, without the slightest hint of