The True Heiress With Countless Hidden Identities

The night my identity was exposed, the man pulled me into his arms. His other hand slid to the small of my back, tracing down my spine inch by inch, sending an uncontrollable shiver through me. “My fiancée, you deceived me so thoroughly,” he said, before capturing my lips, his agile tongue teasing its way into my mouth. His hand slipped into my panties, fingers working with a hint of punishment as he slowly rubbed my clit. He chuckled softly. “Already this wet? We haven’t even begun our real intimacy yet.” -- Audrey was raised by the Carter family for twenty years. The moment their biological daughter returned, she was immediately thrown out. The Design Director position? Given to the biological daughter. The priceless marriage contract? Given to the biological daughter. The entire company was waiting to see this "illegitimate child" become a laughingstock. Until a motorcycle—one of only twenty in the world—pulled up in front of the company, and a roguishly handsome man said: "Sis, come home with your brother." Everyone in the Carter family was left speechless with shock. Later, they discovered— She was "Master A," the artist that fine arts masters from home and abroad lined up to meet; She was the holder of every award-winning patent at Carter Group; And she was the woman of the legendary Collins family, wealthy beyond measure—the true heiress. The billionaire CEO pulled out that long-buried marriage contract, his thin lips curving upward: "So it turns out... you're my real fiancée."