Yvette Warren, personal secretary to billionaire Orson Cox, announced that the heiress who was accidentally switched at birth 20 years ago was living in this orphanage. Whoever could prove their identity would inherit a billion-dollar fortune.

In my first life, the two-faced Laurel Marsh tricked me into giving her my keepsake to claim the family. The Coxes tore her mouth apart.

"Fraud!"

In my second life, my frenemy, Rebecca Vargas, tattooed a fake birthmark on herself to claim the family. The Coxes had her skin slashed to shreds.

"Still a fraud!"

In my third life, my sworn enemy, Vita Davidson, took out online loans to get plastic surgery, reshaping her face to resemble Orson's wife. She tried to claim the family and was thrown straight into a mastiff cage by the Coxes.

By my fourth life, no one dared steal my identity anymore. They packed me up overnight and delivered me straight to the Cox residence.

When the DNA test confirmed I really was the heiress, everyone thought the nightmare was finally over.

But on my very first night back, the Coxes shoved me off a high-rise building.

"Anyone who dares steal our real daughter's identity deserves to die!"

When I opened my eyes again, Yvette was smiling as she asked who the heiress was. Everyone backed away in terror, insisting they weren't the heiress.

Yvette's voice turned low and eerie.

"But our investigation shows that the heiress is definitely in this orphanage."

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces.

Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead.

So was there really an heiress here?

"Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox.

The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."

She pointed at the photocopy.

"Mr. Cox has already prepared the property transfer documents. As long as you can prove your identity, you can sign immediately and inherit the estate."

Laurel Marsh, who had always wanted a comfortable life, jumped back at once, shaking her head frantically.

"It's definitely not me. I-I'm actually much older than I look!"

Rebecca, who always wanted to outshine me, didn't care about appearances anymore. She lifted her shirt and exposed her lower back.

"Didn't you say the heiress has a birthmark on her lower back? I don't have one, so it's absolutely not me!"

Vita Davidson lifted her shirt, too. To be extra safe, she even started spouting nonsense.

"Actually, I'm a man. I had gender reassignment surgery, so my gender doesn't even match. There's no way I could be the heiress!"

After that, they exchanged a glance and suddenly shoved me to the front.

Yvette looked me up and down.

"Then it seems it must be you, since you do resemble Mrs. Cox a little. You should come back with me right now."

A chill ran down my spine. Was it too late to ruin my face?

In my previous life, when I found out I looked like Orson's wife, Gillian Cox, I was actually proud of it.

I thought no matter how hard the three other girls tried to fake being the heiress, nothing worked better than simply showing my face.

Besides, I really was the heiress.

Just when I thought I had finally found my biological parents and was about to inherit a billion-dollar fortune and crush those three beneath my feet, the Coxes finished reading the DNA test and shoved me off the building without hesitation, leaving me smashed to pulp.

They looked down at me with twisted faces, their eyes full of viciousness.

"We will never allow anyone to impersonate our precious daughter!"

The pain of every bone in my body shattering was something I would never forget.

No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't understand.

I was clearly the heiress. The DNA test was flawless. So why was I still called a fraud?

I tried to find an excuse to deny it.

But Yvette didn't press me further.

Instead, she said gently, "I understand you might feel resentful that Mr. and Mrs. Cox only came to find you now, but they only just discovered the truth themselves."

"I'll give you some time. Mr. and Mrs. Cox will personally come to pick you up in three days."

Yvette left, but she kept a photocopy of the billion-dollar property transfer agreement behind.

Who wouldn't want to inherit that much money?

Still, you had to live long enough to enjoy it.

The four of us, who usually spent our days tripping each other up, fell silent. In the end, we sat down together, as if by unspoken agreement, ready to talk things through properly.

They had all seen the birthmark on my lower back. Laurel had even dug the heiress's heirloom necklace out of my suitcase before.

On top of that, there was my face.

Who the heiress was really wasn't up for debate.

That was why they couldn't understand.

"So even after the DNA test confirmed you were related to the Coxes, they still killed you?" Rebecca said.

I snapped back irritably, "Did you forget? You couldn't even tell what was left of me when you went to collect my body! So what are you still unsure about?"

Laurel let out a long sigh. "I remember. You were basically mush. I had nightmares for days after that."

Vita frowned. "We're not doubting whether you were killed. We're just not sure how you still got labeled a fraud when you're the real heiress."

Who the hell knew?

The four of us put our heads together and still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

Laurel started sniffling.

"What do we do now? The only ones whose ages match are the four of us. There aren't any other candidates. With that psycho family, I honestly think if no one reconnects with them in three days, they might just kill all of us."

Obviously, none of us wanted to die.

After thinking hard, I offered a suggestion.

"Mason has records on every kid who's ever been through this orphanage. Maybe we can comb through them carefully and see if something was missed. Like maybe the heiress was actually adopted out already, and me looking like Mrs. Cox is just a coincidence."

With our lives on the line, we decided to go all out and headed to the orphanage director's office.

Laurel was always Mason Lane's favorite. A little sweet talk, and we got permission to look at the files.

We went through every single record, including kids who had been adopted and kids who hadn't. We checked them all.

Unfortunately, the only ones whose ages matched were indeed just the four of us.

Mason also said that when we were left at the orphanage gate, we were only a few months old. There was no way the ages were wrong.

Not only that, Mason revealed something else.

Orson was certain the heiress was in the orphanage because the nanny who had swapped the babies had confessed in person.

I felt a wave of despair. "So the heiress really is one of us!"

Rebecca was quick to distance herself. "More accurately, it's you."

I let out a cold laugh. "You think you can escape?"

Everyone's face went pale.

All four of us had been brutally killed by the Coxes before, for the exact same reason. The other three had been killed almost immediately after going to claim the family.

None of us dared to gamble on whether nothing would happen if no one stepped forward.

I clenched my teeth.

"There's one more option."

Under their puzzled stares, I enunciated, "I'll personally go meet Mr. Cox and see what secrets they're hiding."

The three of them were so moved that they promised they would pray for my soul after I died.

That really wasn't necessary.

I wasn't sacrificing myself for anyone else. I just couldn't accept it. I couldn't understand why I, of all people, was labeled a fraud.

If they didn't want to acknowledge me, they could've pretended nothing ever happened.

Why go through all this trouble, lure me back with a great fortune, and then kill me?

In those fake-heiress stories, no matter how biased the parents were, they never played games this twisted.

Given how ruthless the Coxes were, I really didn't dare walk straight up to their door.

So, I waited until I found out the whole family was dining at an upscale restaurant before making my move.

With so many people around, they wouldn't dare kill someone outright.

On top of that, I had worked all kinds of part-time jobs to make money in the past. I knew a few people on the restaurant staff, so getting inside was easy.

When I deliberately walked past the Coxes with this face of mine, Gillian grabbed my arm excitedly.

"Wait. Are you from Dawnridge Children's Home?"

She was smiling, but my skin prickled all over. Still, I forced myself to look surprised.

"Yes. And you are…"

Orson and Gillian exchanged a look, then both stood up and warmly took my hands.

"You're here to reconnect with us, right?"

They explained the whole switched-at-birth story again.

Every eye in the restaurant turned toward us.

I stiffened and asked, "Are you really sure I'm your daughter?"

The two of them stared at my face, their excitement intense enough to be frightening.

"Sweetheart, it's so obvious! You look so much like me!"

Gillian even took advantage of a moment when I wasn't paying attention and yanked up the fabric at my lower back.

"You even have the birthmark. You have to come home with us tonight!"

That only made my fear spike.

I realized that after all this talking, they still hadn't clearly said I was the heiress. They just kept rushing to take me home.

I forced myself to stay calm, put on an eager expression, and asked again, "So you're deciding I'm the heiress based on just this?"

The hesitation on my face made their expressions sharpen.

"Silly girl," Orson said. "You came here to claim your family, and you have all the traits of our daughter. Why ask questions like that?"

I nearly frowned. Their answers were still vague and evasive.

I was about to press further when Gillian suddenly wiped at her eyes.

"It has to be you," she said softly. "Who else could it be? Let us take you home right now. We want to make up for the decades you suffered without us."

They looked at me with raw eagerness, their eyes shining with emotion.

I had grown up in an orphanage. No one abused me, but life was far from easy. Sometimes, I was so hungry that I had to fight stray dogs for food.

At school, I was bullied for not having parents.

I used to dream of having a family. They didn't need to be rich. I just wanted someone to stand up for me when I was treated unfairly.

So when Orson's people came to the orphanage, I had been thrilled.

I thought that if they were willing to give away a billion-dollar fortune, they must be my parents, and they really loved me.

But on the very night I went home, they pushed me off a high-rise without hesitation and killed me.

"How disgusting. You actually dared to impersonate our real daughter just so you could live well!"

"How dare an orphan like you covet something that was never yours! You really don't value your life, do you?"

Those painful memories made me eerily calm as I tried to analyze why they confirmed I was the heiress, only to deny it afterward.

Had I done something that made them misunderstand?

Suddenly, Gillian grabbed me and tried to drag me outside, knocking over the desserts on the table in her urgency without even caring.

Watching her like this, my pupils shrank. I suddenly felt like I knew the answer.

My voice trembled as I spoke. "The heiress actually…"

Before I could finish, Gillian cut me off.

"It's you!" Her nails dug into my arm, her gaze sharp and frightening. "What's there left to doubt?"