The Real Heiress Is a Hidden Boss

I was raised by the Smith family for twenty years. The moment their real daughter returned, I was kicked out without hesitation. The position of design director? Given to the real daughter. The marriage worth a fortune? Also given to her. The whole company waited to see the “bastard” make a fool of herself. Until a globally limited motorcycle, one of only twenty in the world, stopped at the company entrance. A roguishly handsome man leaned over it and said, “Sis, come home with your brother.” The entire Smith family was stunned speechless. Only later did they learn— I was Master A, the artist that masters around the world lined up to meet. I was the holder of every award winning patent in Smith Group. And I was the daughter of the legendary family as wealthy as a nation. The true heiress. The powerful CEO pulled out the long sealed engagement contract, a faint smile on his lips. “So it turns out… you’re my fiancée.”