In my last life, my real daughter caused me to be misunderstood by my brother. After my rebirth, I abused my real daughter

On my eighteenth birthday, a young girl showed up at our door.

She tearfully recounted to my brothers how our adoptive mother had switched her with me at the hospital when we were born. She claimed *she* was the Sterling family’s true heiress.

I’d intended to step aside graciously, but my obsessive brothers locked me up instead.

“You’re not going anywhere without our say-so. You’ll die within these walls before you ever escape us!”

A sudden, fierce fire erupted. I couldn't escape in time and was burned alive.