Chapter 1

After giving birth to her son, my sister eloped with my rich boyfriend, Julian Vance.

Furious, and relying on our identical faces, I knocked on David Miller's bedroom door.

I swore to torment her husband and son in her place.

Ten years later, my sister returned.

She saw her son, Leo, healthy and thriving, thanks to me.

And David Miller’s booming business.

She sneered,

“I’m giving your boyfriend back to you. It’s time you returned the family you stole from me.”

By then, my rich ex-boyfriend Julian Vance had long gone bankrupt.

“Refuse, and I’ll tell everyone about your dirty secret of seducing your brother-in-law!”

I gritted my teeth and accepted it.

That night, I booked a flight, and a taxi sped through the streets.

But David Miller, in the back seat, pulled me onto his lap:

“I’m way more capable than that rich boy. Care to find out?”

When my sister eloped with my rich boyfriend, Julian Vance, she even sent me an intimate photo of them:

[Goodbye, little sister. You couldn't win against me when we were kids, and you can only admit defeat now that we’re grown up.]

I was so angry.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my identical face to my twin sister.

That very night, I knocked on David Miller’s door.

If she dared to leave her husband and son in *my* city, then don't blame me for making their lives hell!

David Miller was a bit awkward with his wife’s sudden change in demeanor.

But at that time, his business was struggling.

He probably thought his wife disliked him for not making enough money, so she had a right to be mad.

He became even more humble towards me.

Every time I reprimanded or even hit him, he would just silently lower his head, promising to give me a good life soon.

I knew my brother-in-law was honest.

But I never expected him to be so damn spineless.

So I turned my attention to bullying her kid.

The child was with me until he was three, truly seeing me as his mother.

But this mother was very strict.

I didn't give him food or drink, and sometimes I cursed at him.

Every time, he would purse his lips, little hands clutching his shirt, looking at me with teary eyes.

He’d timidly say, “Mommy, please don’t be angry... Leo will just go to his room by himself. Mommy, please don’t get sick from anger.”

...This father and son were exactly alike in their honesty and spinelessness.

Until I went to pick him up from kindergarten and saw a group of kids surrounding him, punching and kicking.

I completely lost my composure.

Only *I* can bully *my* son! And I haven't even hit him like that myself!

I immediately stormed into the principal's office.

The ringleader was the only son of a powerful local CEO.

The principal told me to tolerate it, not to make a fuss.

I walked right up and slapped that CEO across the face.

David Miller apologized to the CEO for a long time; his humble demeanor made my blood boil.

I forced the CEO to pay for Leo's medical expenses, then grabbed the father and son and turned to leave.

On the way back, David Miller seemed about to say something, then didn't.

I gave him an annoyed sideways glance:

“What? Think I was too impulsive?”

“Cough...”

He awkwardly cleared his throat:

“N-not exactly...”

“Then shut up!”

I snapped:

“Either you make something of yourself so your son never gets bullied again.

“Or *I’ll* step in. That's better than our whole family being spineless!”

I never expected David Miller to actually do it.

Now, that CEO needs to send many gifts through intermediaries just to get an audience with David Miller.

The Miller family truly made a name for themselves in New York.

No one dared to bully little Leo anymore.

After I stood up for him at the kindergarten that time, I looked at his frail body.

I bit my lip, and even though David Miller was still in debt, I personally used my money to buy a lot of nutritional supplements:

“Look how skinny you are! You deserve to be bullied! If you don’t eat up and get stronger, don’t call me Mom!”

Under the supervision of me, his 'stepmother,' little Leo not only gained weight.

His body fat percentage was also excellent.

At ten years old, the child subtly developed muscles.

Whether in terms of physical strength or social standing, no peer dared to lay a hand on him.

Everything was perfect.

Little Leo treated me as his mother.

He’d boast to everyone about my heroic deeds of confronting the CEO in front of the principal.

David Miller also treated me as his wife.

After achieving success and fame, luxury goods were thrown into my hands without a care.

Luxury cars and mansions were showered upon me without restraint.

I, a woman who had never seen much money growing up, actually began to harbor the idea of “living like this for the rest of my life.”

Until my sister returned.

And pulled me out of my beautiful dream with my 'husband.'