The Fake Heiress Cancels Her Engagement

I woke up in a luxurious private medical room, only to be hit with a crushing realization.

I had transmigrated into a novel as the fake heiress of the McConnell family, destined to be the ultimate villain.

In the original plot, I viciously bullied the real daughter who grew up in a trailer park, and tortured my adopted brother by using him as a living blood bank.

When the truth came out, my fiancé abandoned me, my family threw me away, and the brother I tormented eventually left me to bleed to death in a dark alley.

Right now, the timeline had just reached the deadly turning point.

The real heiress had been brought home, wearing faded rags and mercilessly mocked by our relatives.

My vicious cousin had secretly handed me corrosive acid disguised as expensive skincare, hoping I would melt my own face off.

Worse, an anonymously leaked audio of me admitting my fake identity had just gone viral, causing a massive corporate scandal.

My elite fiancé immediately marched into the penthouse with his lawyers, throwing the cancellation documents on the glass table.

"The Vance family does not merge assets with a fraud. We don't marry fake bloodlines."

Everyone waited for me to break down, beg, and viciously attack the real daughter like a hysterical thief clinging to a stolen life.

They thought I would willingly walk right back into my predetermined, gruesome death.

Instead, I calmly pulled off the five-carat diamond ring, dropped it on the table, and turned to expose the cousin's trap to protect the real heiress.

This time, I am rewriting the script.