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The Fake Heiress Cancels Her Engagement

Chapter 5 

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e McConnell penthouse. The glass table was covered in imported Bri

a wicker chair. She wore a vibrant, floral G

he exact look Spielberg was going for," Candic

arjeeling tea. She kept her back straight, playi

n. The butler escorted H

worn three days ago. She looked completely out of pl

ce twisting into an exaggerated mask of disgust. She pulled a s

pouring water could hear. "Is this the stray you picked up

. She picked up her teacup, her eyes fixed on the li

n-wrought chair, the metal scraping harshly against th

Being ignored was the one

te holding a delicate, gold-leafed French pastry and shoved it roug

anything this expensive in the country. Just try not to

. The maids lowered their he

e china teacup do

in

through the heavy,

rom her lap and placed it on t

d down, picked up the porcelain plate with the gold-leafed pastry, and casua

"Are you crazy? That was flown in f

er eyes were as cold as the ice

age," Diana said, her voice carryi

red. She slammed her hands

ce shrieked. "You're defending this

her nails into her palms, feeling the familiar

ating every single word. "Harriet is the only true blo

etch until it felt like a physical

d clearly. "I am the one w

opped like a

ingers. It shattered against the stone floor, hot tea

pletely paralyzed, her brain failing to process

o the penthouse's external security cameras the moment he woke up. Watching the silent, high-definition feed of the terrace confrontation, his hands slowly clench

her dark, bottomless eyes locking onto Diana's

eting the shocked stares of everyone

t sparked in her eyes. Her hand immediately darted into

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“I woke up in a luxurious private medical room, only to be hit with a crushing realization. I had transmigrated into a novel as the fake heiress of the McConnell family, destined to be the ultimate villain. In the original plot, I viciously bullied the real daughter who grew up in a trailer park, and tortured my adopted brother by using him as a living blood bank. When the truth came out, my fiancé abandoned me, my family threw me away, and the brother I tormented eventually left me to bleed to death in a dark alley. Right now, the timeline had just reached the deadly turning point. The real heiress had been brought home, wearing faded rags and mercilessly mocked by our relatives. My vicious cousin had secretly handed me corrosive acid disguised as expensive skincare, hoping I would melt my own face off. Worse, an anonymously leaked audio of me admitting my fake identity had just gone viral, causing a massive corporate scandal. My elite fiancé immediately marched into the penthouse with his lawyers, throwing the cancellation documents on the glass table. "The Vance family does not merge assets with a fraud. We don't marry fake bloodlines." Everyone waited for me to break down, beg, and viciously attack the real daughter like a hysterical thief clinging to a stolen life. They thought I would willingly walk right back into my predetermined, gruesome death. Instead, I calmly pulled off the five-carat diamond ring, dropped it on the table, and turned to expose the cousin's trap to protect the real heiress. This time, I am rewriting the script.”
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