My Heiress Life, My System
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agement party was a lavish spectacle, a testament to the love and affection I' d finally found. Standing beside my "protective" older brother, Andre
y family' s affectionate smiles transformed into chilling masks as I read on, discovering their monstrous plan. The year of love was a performance, and I was merely a prop to
on. My "parents," "brother," and fiancé-all in on it. They saw me as a disposable pawn, intended for a tra
e fakes!..." It was all a lie. I took a deep breath, the trembling in my voice purely intentional. "Before we make it official," I smiled sweetly, holding up the portfolio, "could we have the family la
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