Chapter 2

Miranda, the real daughter of the wealthy Hawke family in Zephra, had a life straight out of a drama. She was mistakenly swapped at birth and only reunited with her biological family three years ago.

All the Hawke family members disliked her, including her four older brothers, who loathed her the most. Arabella Hawke, the impostor, was the cherished one instead, the center of their universe. The brothers were so protective of her that they viewed Miranda as a threat to Arabella's happiness and treated her with cold indifference and harsh words.

While her own parents, who claimed they'd make up for her, had never allowed Miranda to steal any thunder from Arabella, prioritizing the impostor.

Two years ago, Arabella pushed a classmate down the stairs, leaving her vegetative.

Things took a turn for the worse; to protect Arabella, the Hawkes conspired together to frame Miranda for the crime by pulling some strings, sending her to prison.

They convinced her to confess in court with false promises of clearing her name, and Miranda had anticipated the fulfillment, yet leaving her with nothing but handcuffs.

Miranda made a silent vow. "Don't worry. Since I've been given this second chance, I'll make sure justice is served."

Just as those who had bullied Miranda in prison, they'd all get their share of punishment.

"Ms. Hawk, shall I drive you to President Lancaster's villa?" the driver asked politely.

Miranda opened her eyes. "How far is the Lancaster family estate?"

"Not far, about the same distance as the villa," the driver replied.

the Lancaster estate,"

The driver hesitated. "It...alright."

himself somehow complying. It was odd, he thought, how someone who had just been released from prison could command such authority. Turning the steering wheel, the

was at the living room. Alistair's return was met

not back yet?" Alden snapped. "She's

table. "Let her be. It's a waste of

to go." They were all well aware that

grievance. "It's my fault. Miranda doesn't want to come back because of me."

of prison.

gave it a second thought, it indeed seemed strange.

don't know," Alistair admitted quietly. "But I feel she

frowned. "Could she have arranged it herself? Trying to make a statement

theory. After all, Miranda had grown up with a poor foster family and

years. She couldn't possibly have the connections for

days just to show off. Let's see how long she can

family estate was equally lively

is just torture

she hasn't even written a will yet. How would we divide the assets?" "Stop arguing and focus on helping Mom! All you could do is arguing non-stop!"

hand down on the table, "Right now, the important thing is to think of a

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