After the True Heiress Return, the Scheming Fake Daughter Cried

My best friend and I were the infamous "double trouble" of the orphanage—two little she-demons everyone knew to stay away from.

I had a sharp tongue that could make people cry, while she had fists that could make them regret ever crossing us. Between my venomous mouth and her terrifying right hook, not a single kid—or even the guard dog—dared to mess with us. When we walked by, even that big mutt would tuck its tail and slink along the wall.

When we were eight years old, crouched in a corner poking at an anthill, the headmistress walked over with a well-dressed couple.