Chapter 1

Outside the prison of Silvergrove City.

“After you get out, don’t look back. Live a good life.” A police officer said.

Kristin Turner looked back and bowed, shivering in the biting cold wind.

It had been five years.

She was just 21 when she was locked up.

“Get in the car.

A black Maybach parked by the roadside, the man’s voice icy cold.

He was the brother Kristin had called for twenty–one years, only to find they weren’t blood–related.

“Brother…” Kristin’s voice was hoarse, her head lowered awkwardly.

“Don’t call me like that again. It makes me sick,” Clarence Turner’s face darkened, glancing at his watch. “You’ve stolen twenty–one years of my sister’s life and made her endure humiliation in that home. Who the hell do you think you are to call me brother?”

Kristin’s chapped lips twitched, but in the end, she said nothing.

Kristin, the only darling daughter of the Turner family in Silvergrove City, turned out to be the nanny’s child. And the real Ms. Turner was swapped out by the nanny.

“I’m sorry.” After a long silence, Kristin apologized in a raspy voice.

Framed for extortion, she learned to be submissive in prison and apologize to survive. She could beg for mercy at any minute.

Once, she was the exalted Ms. Turner, adored by her brother and cherished by her parents.

burst into her life

became the impostor who stole a life of wealth, the laughingstock of Silvergrove

that she had no choice when she was

hurt your family caused Ruby?” Clarence’s

car.”

Kristin filthy and didn’t even want to touch her.

to love holding her and saying, “Our Kris is the prettiest,”

dirty.” Kristin gave a bitter smile, stepping back, afraid to get

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sizing up

Kristin who lived like a pampered heiress for twenty–one years, fragile

she looked dusty, pale, and thin,

a rough time inside.

look. “Ruby had an accident. Are you happy now?

and dodging, froze. Suddenly,

the prison. How could her brother come to pick her up when the

he didn’t

mean…” Kristin trembled.

she needs a kidney transplant. You owe her.” Clarence said

deep breath and stepped back again, her survival instinct kicking in, and she

as vicious as ever.”

hadn’t run far when someone grabbed her wrist hard, throwing

lay in a mess, her forehead hitting the curbstone, blood

cold

back, Kristin curled

FitzGerald, her former fiancé, was also one of those who framed her and

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