The True Heiress Returns I Inherit a Fortune Dailymotion

It had been ten years since I, Aubrey Harding, was adopted by the Harding family. Now, their biological daughter, Yolanda Harding, was back.

At my adoptive parents' memorial service, my fiancé, Braeden Hewitt, stood right there with Yolanda, demanding I give up my entire inheritance.

"Compared to you, the fake, Yolanda is the true heiress of the Harding family. You don't deserve any of this."

The guests hadn't even all left yet. Tears welled in my eyes. "Today is my foster parents' funeral. Can't we talk about this another day?"

He sneered. "No. It has to be today."

I took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.

What he didn't know was that my biological parents were billionaires.

Later, when Braeden's company faced a financial crisis, I just happened to hold my family reunion banquet that same day.

He knelt outside the banquet hall with Yolanda, begging and crying, "For old times' sake, can't you just help me out?"

I just mimicked his expression from that day, a cold sneer on my face. "Nope."

...

The day after the memorial, I started packing.

The Harding family mansion was huge, almost eerily empty.

I'd lived there for ten years, but it always felt like I was just a long-term guest.

My adoptive parents were good to me. They fed me, clothed me, sent me to the best schools, but there was always this invisible wall between us.

Braeden was the only one in those ten years who ever made me feel truly accepted.

Now, looking back, it was all a joke.

My belongings didn't take up much space. A single suitcase was enough.

At the doorway, I took one last look back.

In the living room, Yolanda was leaning against Braeden, ordering the housekeeper to throw out everything I'd ever used.

"All that junk? So dirty. Get rid of everything. Don't leave a single thing."

Yolanda's voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet of the room.

I stopped but didn't turn around, just seared that humiliating scene into my memory.

Lupita Wilson, the housekeeper who'd been there all ten years I had, wanted to help me with my suitcase, but Yolanda snapped at her.

"Lupita, get it straight. Who runs this house now?"

Lupita's hand froze mid-air, her face etched with discomfort.

Braeden, his arm around Yolanda's waist, walked over and looked down at me.

"Aubrey, don't make a scene by hanging around. It's pathetic."

His voice dripped with undisguised disgust, like the very carpet beneath my feet would be tainted by my presence.

I lifted my eyes, looking past him to Yolanda.