The True Heiress's Return

'So that is... the truth, Shakira thought to herself.

It wasn't a

a careless mistake by the nurse who switched the babies. It was a scheme meticulously planned by Lago and Jessie all along.

Their daughter, Yvette, was born unlucky, and they were using Yvette's good fortune to flip the script and change the fate of their daughter.

They exchanged the children, allowing Yvette to naturally enjoy the affection of the Nelson family, reaping the benefits that came from her good luck.

But they treated her like dirt, showing her no affection, constantly suppressing her, letting the rumors tear her down, and in the end, tricked her into Belaris-a place full of dangers-hoping to keep her away so Yvette could comfortably take over her identity and live as the cherished daughter of the Nelson family for the rest of her life. No wonder, in her past life, she lost a kidney, and her luck plummeted, turning her into a barely surviving shell of a person. She could only helplessly watch as Yvette narrowly escaped with her life while she was consumed by flames. And Yvette soared to success, enjoying the good life as the most envied wealthy heiress in Crescentville, showered with love from her family and admiration from everyone around her."

Yvette, Lago, and Jessie-They walked all over her, devouring her flesh, transforming her from rural poverty into a life of luxury that everyone admired.

Cody, Yoel, and the I the Nelson brothers-

Unknowingly, Shakira's eyes turned They were blind and heartless, treating their true blood daughter as their precious gem. They were the accomplices who had inflicted so much pain on her in her past life.

dalmost red with anger. She denched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her skin, yet she didn't feel a thing.

After being reborn, she hated them all. Nor

NOW!!

that she knew the truth, her hatred multiplied.

Jessie had been right. Even fate was favoring her.

It gave her a second chance, revealed the truth, and provided her with the opportunity to shatter the dreams of those villains one by one and crush them.

Shakira thought, They wanted to take my good fortune. Fine, let them come! Everything they took from me, I'll make them spit it all back out! For everything they did to hurt me and cause me suffering, I'll make them pay back a hundredfold! "Shakira, Shakira, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Lyla returned and saw Shakira standing there, her whole demeanor icy and distant. Getting too close was alarming, making Lyla's voice tremble in response to the unfamiliar tension.

Shakira took a few deep breaths, finally calming her pounding heart.

She turned to Lyla, forcing a smile "I'm fine. Thanks for taking care of my grandma."

After a pause, Shakira continued, "I'll hire a couple of bodyguards to keep watch. If there are any issues, you can talk to them directly or reach out to me

"Uh? Bodyguards? The hospital has its security, don't waste money on that," replied Lyla.

"It's okay. The Nelson family will cover it," Shakira assured her. Also, I hope you can keep my visit to grandma a secret" 08:23

"Uh, okay, Shakira, I'll follow your lead" Although Lyla didn't fully understand Shakira's intentions, she trusted her completely." Shakira, you need to take care of yourself. Your grandma doesn't have much time left when she's awake, but she'll always be thinking of you and wanting you to do well out there."

Shakira glanced back at the slumbering elder and said in a serious tone, 'Don't worry. I will."

After leaving the rehabilitation center, Shakira returned to Eastlake Valley Estate.

Once home, she locked herself in her room and erased all traces of her visit from the security footage.

Then, she opened her phone to review the photos Lago had sent her, quickly blocked him again, and dug out an old number she hadn't used in ages. She crafted a message along with a photo and hit send.

As Walter arrived at the dining room for dinner, the tempting aroma of delicious food hit him.

"Mr. Lopez Come on and have dinner." Shakira wheeled him to the head of the table.

Walter took a glance at the lavish spread, then shot her a sidelong look, hitting the nail on the head. "Oh, so now you want to butter me up? Isn't that a bit late?"

Shakira laid a napkin across his lap. "You're mistaken, Mr. Lopez I've been devotedly serving you every day

"Serving me and talking back, wishing I'd choke on pig intestines!"

Shakira didn't answer. It was clear that

a good memory wasn't always a blessing. He certainly held a grudge for a long time.

With a serious expi

expression, Shakira raised her hand in a mock oath. "It's true. When I first came here, I didn't know you well, but now it's different."

Walter raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint breaking through his typically serious demeanor. "In what way is it different now?" Shakira beamed, her face lively with excitement. "Now, I've helped you get through a tough night. I might even be the future hero who can cure your leg. Doesn't that mean I've already made a major leap in my status?"" Walter stared at her self-satisfied expression, a smile barely hidden. "You know how to give yourself a compliment."

"Oh, I today was a good day to come home, and look at all this delicious food waiting for me. Benji's shout echoed as he rushed into the dining room and was at the table in an instant He eagerly

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"Owl" Benji shouted.

I his fork, ready to pounce on the food, but Walter quickly rapped his knuckles with a fork.

Walter's tone was sharp. "Did I approve you to eat?"

Benji

i clutched his sore hand, his eyes full of puppy-like pleading. 'Come on, Walter. It's been ages since I was home. At least let me eat something."

Walter took his time with his meal, ignoring him.

Levi stepped i I in, grinning as he spoke. "Benji, these dishes were all made by Miss Nelson. If you want to eat, maybe just let the kitchen prepare something for you." Benji's eyes lit up. "Wow, so my brother is already that close with his future wife? Nice!"

Then an

idea struck him "Since Grandma Ortiz's birthday is next week, Walter, why not take your wife along?"

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could respond, Shakira interjected. "I'm not going

Walter's gaze turned deep and piercing as he glanced at her.

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Shakira rolled her eyes, ready to retort, when Walter's deep voice cut in, "Alright."

Shakira thought, "What's this "alright" about?"

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Before she could refuse, Walter's commanding voice landed like heavyweight, "You're going too. It'll be your payment cake.

Shakira clenched her teeth. "F-Fine."

Unaware of the cake drama, Benji rubbed his chin with a mischievous grin. "Looks like my big brother has finally figured out love. He's even getting into some couple's fun with cake now. Not bad!" Shakira was speechless, thinking it might be best if this mischief maker stayed away.

Martha's birthday party was being held at the luxurious Seven Stars Grand Hotel in Crescentville. The main road in front of the hotel was completely blocked by fancy cars.

As the Ortiz family was known as the elite of Crescentville, many influential figures had come to show their support.

Walter had to attend an impromptu meeting for work that day, so Shakira had to arrive on her own.

The traffic jam stopped her a few hundred meters from the hotel, and Shakira didn't want to waste any more time in the car She got out and decided to walk the rest of the way.

After just a few steps, her phone buzzed with a text from Dakota asking if she had arrived and if he should come pick her up. Shakira didn't care how he got her number. She read it but didn's respond. While all the luxury cars were stuck in traffic, she quickly reached the hotel entrance.

In a Mercedes stuck outside the parking lot, Xanthe suddenly grabbed Yvette's arm, fuming, "Isn't that Shakira? Didn't she say she wasn't coming? How shameless can you get?" Yvette watched as Shakira confidently walked into the venue, her beautifully made-up eyes narrowing in disdain.

She suddenly said, "Xanthe, Berry, I'm worried that my sister might do something reckless out of spite Fm afraid she could mess things up for Grandma Ortiz. Can you help me out?"