Favored Her Lies, Faced Their Regret
I was the real daughter—unloved, unwanted, and cast aside.
The design draft I poured my heart into was stolen by my second brother and gifted to the fake daughter.
Then he accused me of being a plagiarist. My father, the richest man in the city, had me blacklisted from the entire industry.
The fake daughter pretended to apologize, then pushed me off a cliff.
When I woke up, nearly all my bones had been shattered. I called my fiancé, the captain of the rescue team, but he was cradling the fake daughter's sprained ankle.
He scoffed, "Oh, you had an accident too? Want me to save you? Why don't you just die already?"
My body grew colder under the crushing pain.
My eldest brother, the forensic pathologist, cut open my rotting corpse while grumbling that he was late for the fake daughter's birthday.
Yet when they finally saw me again, they all cried, begging for my forgiveness.