Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company

eamed of the spotlight-of lov

universe would grant that

y celebration, Mirena felt the world tilt. Reporters swarmed, th

ue you're not the Ster

ille Sterling's li

into marrying you by pretendi

ena parted her lips, but the words stuck in h

ughter? Stolen so

phone, tucked into the small of her back. She had to know

e phone to her ear, h

e dialed is not ava

oice echoed lik

avai

Frantic, she dialed

n straight t

hroat. She stared at the scree

appening. Not her

orge had promised-finally-to celebrate with her publicly, for

urned as the grand screen at the front of the hal

eath c

ly beside the young woman who had appear

mi

lled the now-silent h

that we have finally found our true daughter-Camille Sterling!" He beamed,

pened. A bitter tast

true d

did that

own. Now, they stood on live television, declaring a stranger who had appeared out

o

parents' number again. When it went un

hrough the crowd. Ignoring the reporters, the flashing cameras, and the mocking

later, the cab pulled u

d her mouth to call out, her mother drew a familiar ve

t floral diamond choke

r parents had pr

astening it arou

but confusion and a

eded a

one ste

rom behind, yanking

balance. Whirling around, she gla

died the moment she met

an, relief trembl

froze her in place, shattering the fragi

tight with pain as she searched his f

f you're here to ruin Camille's mome

. How could her own husband defend

ced them down. "George, h

forced apart," he shot back, his gaze pure disgust. "Did you think I

let go. Mirena had believed it was just a part of his past, something that wouldn't tou

, cold and unfamiliar. The warmth he'd once reser

bare face-the very picture of a worn-out housewife. Facing her, Camille g

ion who looked lik

gan, but he cut

right to ca

d like a blade. "But befor

ou falsified the DNA results?" Her mother's voice wa

een the ones to come to the orphanage-they had insiste

ting history withou

who had once been her parents, disbelief hardening into ange

ncan Sterling cut in, his voice like ice. "You should c

d our real daughter?" Griselda snapped, her gaze shiftin

oice was smooth as silk, sweetly innocen

ongs," her father declared, "it's time for you

generous request-we will not pursue legal action. Bu

ly enjoyed its privileges. Instead, she had sacrificed her own freedom-marrying a man she barely kne

final. "I'll have the divorce papers drawn up immediately. Don't

. As Camille passed, she "accidentally" bumped into Mirena, still r

looke

and the relentless flash

ails bit into her palms, she re

of vultures, fleeing the hall