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The Heiress and the Impostor
Twenty–five years ago, the nanny secretly swapped me with her daughter, but my six–year–old brother discovered the trick and quietly swapped us back.
Now, 25 years later, the nanny showed up at my door with her daughter, claiming I was the fake heir of Wales Group.
Even the janitor at the company started whispering behind my back, criticizing my lipstick as cheap. My boyfriend, Collin Ross, even joined in to humiliate me. “You really thought you were the Wales family’s daughter? You’re not even worth a single strand of Erika’s hair!”
After the paternity test results came out, everyone was stunned.
Collin begged me, “Jessie, I was manipulated by that bitch! Please forgive me. Give me another chance.”
I shot him a cold glance. “What kind of chance? You mean the chance to clean the toilet?”
Chapter 1
Just as I entered the company restroom, I ran into the new janitor, Erika Waston. Her gaze lingered on my lipstick. In a mocking tone, she said, “Ms. Wales, I didn’t expect someone of your status would use such cheap products. This lipstick is only 19.9 dollars for three with a gift box!”
I didn’t believe her words. The lipstick was a special gift from Collin, personally selected by him through a luxury personal shopper. He said it cost 2,000 dollars for three.
Seeing my face fall, Erika seemed to realize her mistake and hurriedly left.
As I stepped out of the restroom, I saw Yolanda Hall standing at the baby care room door, looking furious. It was rare to see her so angry, so I gently asked her what happened, and she immediately vented her frustration. “I went to change a diaper in the room, and who would’ve thought I’d find a used condom on the changing table! Who’s that shameless? Doing that kind of thing in the baby care room! I’m so pissed off! I don’t even‘ know if there’s some dirty disease involved!”
As the VP of the company, my anger surged. I immediately called the security office to review the surveillance footage and find out what happened.
After giving those instructions, I headed to Collin’s office to complain this to him.
When I walked in, I saw Erika, now wearing a slightly transparent deep V–neck shirt, mopping the floor. Her cleavage was practically spilling
out.
Collin glanced up at me, his face turning pale as he wiped away some nosebleeds. “The weather’s been dry lately. You need to drink more water, Jessica. I didn’t hear you knock because I was busy working.”
I didn’t question him. After all, we’d been together for eight years since college.
“Did you forget it? I never knock when I come in here,” I replied.
Collin visibly tensed up, and I was about to ask what was going on when Erika interrupted.
She shot a sly remark. “Ms. Wales, when you buy cosmetics, you should really go to a counter. Don’t buy those cheap things online. After all, you’re putting it on your face; you can’t afford to skimp.”
I froze for a second, realizing she was talking about my lipstick.
That lipstick was a Valentine’s gift from Collin, not some cheap knockoff.
I was about to clarify with Collin, but before I could speak, he quickly said, “Jessica, that proposal you mentioned earlier was good, but I think it still needs some adjustments.”
His words distracted me, but I couldn’t find my pen. Erika, eager to help, volunteered to grab one for me. As she reached for it, she tripped and
fell straight into Collin’s arms.
Her tight deep–V shirt couldn’t contain the fall, and her buttons popped open, revealing a stunning view.
