The Exiled Daughter's Ultimate Hidden Secret

After five years of grueling exile in the wilderness, I was finally brought back to my wealthy werewolf family.

But my return wasn't a reunion; it was a carefully staged humiliation.

My brother forced me into his luxury car, mocking my worn-out clothes, while my parents shoved me into a dusty storage room the moment I arrived at the pack's grand gala.

They publicly branded me a greedy, wolfless failure and accused me of begging for money to fund a lavish lifestyle.

I didn't argue. I simply had the pack accountant reveal the truth in front of all the elite guests.

For five years, my entire survival allowance had been secretly redirected to my adopted sister, Isabelle, doubling her wealth while I starved.

My brother, who once cruelly mocked me for begging for community college tuition, collapsed in guilt when I pulled out my Valedictorian ID from the legendary Blackwood University.

For years, I survived on tap water and studied in freezing public libraries, all because my mother forced me to take the fall for Isabelle's crimes.

I didn't understand why they hated me so much, until the servants rolled out a massive, multi-tiered cake under a bright spotlight.

"Happy Birthday, Isabelle."

This wasn't my welcome home party. I was just a prop to make their perfect family look merciful.

Looking at their pale, terrified faces, my last illusion of family completely shattered.

They thought exposing their financial abuse was my ultimate revenge.

But they were wrong. This was only the interest, and I was finally ready to collect the principal.