THE LOST BRIDE

I was used as a stand-in fiancée by a wealthy family, humiliated with wine and called a 'cheap copy'. It wasn’t until he noticed the old scar on the back of my neck that he realised I’m the heir who went missing ten years ago. Now the impostor wants to take over the trust? At the heir’s banquet, I made her spit out everything she swallowed over the past ten years, one bite at a time.