Exposed My Fake Brother With One Tap

On the night the Vance family held their grand homecoming banquet, I, their biological son, was not even allowed to walk through the front door.

My biological mother, Victoria, threw a maid's uniform through the iron gate, her face twisted in disgust.

"Put this on and come through the back door. Keep your head down. Do not let anyone see your face and embarrass our family."

Inside the grand ballroom, Christian—the adopted son they had raised for eighteen years—stood at the center of attention.