Forensic Heiress, Evidence Doesn’t Lie, But You Do

On the very first day the Vance family brought me back, their fake heiress threw herself down the grand staircase.

She lay sprawled at the bottom, her forehead dripping with blood.

Conveniently, the house’s security cameras had just stopped working.

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at me, playing the pathetic victim. "Valerie, if you hate me that much, I can just leave."

"Why did you have to push me?"

My biological mother rushed over, holding her and sobbing hysterically.

My biological father and brother glared daggers at me. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?!"