Fake Sister, Fake HeiressChapter 1 The First Step of My Plan
My name was Tilda Hersey. My long-lost sister, Harley Hersey, had been found.
She felt like I took everything that was rightfully hers. She stole my fiancé and wanted to inherit the family fortune.
But she didn't know that being a true heiress was not that easy, and she was not a true heiress to begin with.
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The first time I saw Harley was in a high-end club.
She was wearing a backless black dress, selling wine to a middle-aged bald man.
I knew she was my long-lost sister almost as soon as I saw her face.
Because she looked exactly like my mother when she was young.
Harley used to sell wine to earn a living. Thanks to me, she became the second daughter of the Hersey family.
My parents, who had always been strict with me, almost always fulfilled all of her requests. After all, she was their lost and regained daughter.
To cover up her past, she asked our parents to publicly announce that she had grown up abroad all these years.
For a while, the media extensively reported the news of the return of the Hersey Group's CEO's younger daughter.
And I, as her biological older sister who found her back, ended up being hated by her.
She greedily tried to take everything from me by feeding on Mom and Dad's guilt about her.
"Tilda, just let Harley have her way. It's not easy being on her own all these years."
I had heard so much of this kind of words after Harley was back, and I was getting sick of it.
My parents felt sorry for her because she had been on her own out there for years, and they asked me to give in to her. So, she could take whatever and whoever she liked from me. All of these were simply because I was two years older than her.
But why should I give in to her? It wasn't my fault she got lost back then.
However, when Harley took away my things, I didn't show any unwillingness at all.
Because the things she could take away were things I didn't want.
Adrian Bond was my fiancé. He came from a wealthy family and was chosen by my parents as my ideal husband. But under Harley's act of pretending to be pitiful, he became her fiancé.
With Adrian's consent, Harley was now his fiancée.
"Tilda, you won't mind, right?"
Although Tilda was smiling brightly, she still pretended to be worried when approaching me.
I showed her a decent smile and said, "Of course not. I'm just afraid that you might."