My Cat's Thoughts Helped Me Take Down the Fake Heirs

"I spent eighteen years starving in the projects. Then the Whitfields showed up, called me their real daughter, and threw me a welcome-home dinner.

Halfway through, my new big brother pointed at me and called me a stray in front of the whole ballroom.

That's when my cat's voice slipped into my head.

Derek isn't a Whitfield either. Neither is the sweet sister crying beside him. The nanny swapped both babies. And the real Whitfield heir? He's the brother I grew up starving with.

Tonight, we take back everything they stole from us."