The Fake Heiress Marries a Top Tycoon

The day after my father passed away, my stepmother, Destinee Vaughn, wasted no time bringing my father's biological daughter, Lola Haynes, back from the countryside.

She threw a paternity test report in front of me and demanded I leave the Haynes Group.

My fiancé, Caden Fletcher, who loved me deeply, apologized, his eyes red with unshed tears, "I'm sorry, I can only marry the heir of the Haynes Group."

I wasn't my father's biological child.

But they didn't know my mother was the daughter of a mafia boss.

The lady that Eura's biggest mafia leader had been searching for was me.

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Destinee flung a paternity test report onto the table beside me, and the words "not biological father and daughter" were written on it in a very eye-catching way.

She raised her head, looking down at me with disdain, "You little bastard, you can leave now. You won't get a single cent of Toby's inheritance."

I took a sip of my coffee, calmly. "Leave? I'm the one engaged to Fletcher Group. You can send Lola to Caden's bed and see if he's willing to have sex with her."

Destinee's face darkened with anger.

Terry loved me deeply. This was a fact known by everyone in Arcienda.

Lola swayed slightly, biting her lip and speaking softly, "Molly, don't say that..."

Lola was only a year younger than me.

Looking at her face, which resembled my father's, I found it somewhat amusing.

Even though my mother was pregnant, she ran away from the marriage to be with Toby. However, he had an illegitimate daughter with his mistress in the second year after their marriage.

But before she could squeeze out any tears, Caden's assistant, Angelo, came in.

He bowed respectfully to me, "Miss Wells. Mr. Fletcher asked me to take you to the airport first. He'll join you after finishing his meeting."

Yesterday, I just casually mentioned that I had never touched a sea turtle, and that evening, he arranged a trip to Palis for the next day.

Ignoring Destinee and Lola's dramatic expressions behind me, I put on my sunglasses and walked straight out of the mansion.

At the airport, the boarding announcement played.

I put down the magazine, feeling a strong sense of unease.

Caden used to never let me wait for him.

He once canceled a million-dollar contract because the meeting would last three hours, and I wanted him to accompany me to feed pigeons.

Yet today, I had already waited two hours.

Angelo wiped the sweat from his forehead, unable to explain.

There was no news of a car accident.

I rubbed my phone, unsure if I felt relieved or disappointed.

As the final boarding call sounded, Caden finally appeared.

He seemed rushed, his tie loose, his voice hoarse, "Sorry, Molly, I'm late."

My anxiety and anger dissipated instantly.

I couldn't help it. As soon as I saw him, my heart softened.

I tried to hide my joy, pretending to be angry, "You made me wait so long, think carefully about how to make it up to me."

My wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly, and I turned back in confusion.

Caden looked up, revealing eyes red from exhaustion, "Molly, I'm sorry."

We never made it to Palis, instead, we went to the Fletcher family's engagement party.

It was Caden's engagement party with Lola.

Sitting in the audience, my heart felt as though it was being stabbed repeatedly, every breath filled with excruciating pain.

I didn't make a scene because before the party, Caden's mother, Shelby, held my hand, crying, nearly kneeling before me. "Molly, Caden can only marry the heir of Haynes Group. If you truly love him, let him go."

I didn't respond, just stared steadily at Caden, "Is that what you think too?"

But he only turned his head, avoiding my gaze.

My heart shattered into pieces, yet I sneered.

Silence was an answer in itself.

"Mr. Fletcher, is it true that you were once engaged to Molly?" The reporter's question pulled me back to reality.

Instantly, all eyes focused on me.

As high-profile as Caden was in love back then, the way others looked at me was filled with gloating and sarcasm at this moment.

I forced a pale smile, trying to straighten my back.

A burning gaze landed on me. It was Caden.

He looked at me from afar across the crowd, his Adam's apple rolling, but he couldn't utter a word.

As the murmurs grew, Lola snatched the microphone, her voice gentle yet firm, "The one engaged to Fletcher Group has always been me."

The reporter persisted, digging up old reports, "But before, Toby himself admitted Molly was his only daughter."

Destinee eagerly presented the paternity test report. "Toby indeed only has one daughter and it was Lola. As for Molly, we don't know who her biological father is."

Her words sparked a heated discussion.

"No wonder Molly took her mother's surname. I thought Mr. Haynes loved his wife dearly, but he never acknowledged Molly as his daughter."

"What man could tolerate this? No wonder he had another child with his mistress."

The banquet hall was in an uproar. Lola stood on stage holding Caden's arm, wearing a victor's smile.

"Bastard."

"Trash." Insults flew at me.

My tears welled up, finally spilling over.

Suddenly, a ripe tomato hit me, bursting its juice instantly.

"You bastard, get out!"

Next, a lettuce leaf struck my forehead, hanging messily with salad dressing in my hair.

Then came the second, third...

I straightened my back, desperately pressing my trembling fingertips, staring fixedly at Caden on stage. But he remained silent throughout.

Only when I was drenched in fruit juice and covered in lettuce did Shelby finally come to her senses and call a halt. "Today is a joyous occasion, everyone. Calm down, let's celebrate Caden and Lola together."

The lights dimmed, melodious music played, and the party began.

Lola, in her pristine white dress, was held by Caden as they danced gracefully in the center of the dance floor, like a prince and princess destined for a fairy tale ending.

Perhaps I was the villain, meant to exit pathetically with salad leaves on my head at the happy ending.

The ornate iron gates closed behind me.

I looked up at the stars, my heart felt like it had a hole torn out, aching terribly.

Ten years ago, when my mother passed away, I locked myself in my room, drinking myself into a stupor.

Caden couldn't bear it, climbed through the window, and whisked me away, speeding to the mountaintop in his sports car.

Under the canopy of stars, he wiped away my tears. "Your mother has just turned into a star, and I will replace her, staying by your side to protect you."

The star remained, but Caden broke his promise.

From a lamppost, I tore off an inconspicuous missing person notice. The information wasn't important, but the insignia at the end, a scepter, I had seen on my mother's wrist.

It was the symbol of Eura's largest mafia.

I pulled out my phone, dialing the numbers one by one.

The call connected, and I spoke in a voice that was very similar to my mother's. "Grandfather, I heard you're looking for me?"