The Fake Heiress's Scheme Was Meant Only to Ruin Me

I haven't spoken since I was five, locked in a metal shed for saying I was hungry. At eighteen, the Sinclairs found me—their real daughter. The fake heiress faked my voice with AI, framed me, and locked me in a boiler room. My family almost believed her.

A sign language teacher saved me. Everyone who doubted me paid. Thirteen years later, I finally said one word: "Hungry." And this time, someone opened the door.