The Fake Heiress Was a Sleeping God

As the best-tempered of the fake heiresses, I never lost my temper over anything.

When the true heiress, Tabitha Hughes, hurt herself and pinned the blame on me, I didn't argue.

When my fiancé, Max Delgado, knew perfectly well I was innocent and still beat me until my skin split open, I swallowed it in silence.

To help Tabitha slip quickly into high society, Max posted my dirt online with his own hands. Everyone looked at me with disgust, and I didn't get angry.

Even when Max decided that I, the cuckoo who'd stolen another's nest and never known hardship, needed to be sent off to that…