I Received a Text from 30 Years in the FUTURE—So I Sent My Billionaire Family to HELL Chapter 01

I Received a Text from 30 Years in the FUTURE—So I Sent My Billionaire Family to HELL Chapter 01

I was the real heiress of a wealthy family, however, I was maliciously swapped by the family’s nanny.

The night before the family reunion, my beat-up phone suddenly received a text message—timestamped thirty years in the future.

[Vivian, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. We never should have brought Celia back. She’s nothing but trouble.]

[Without her, our family would still be living happily.]

[But don’t worry. Elias already got revenge for you. From now on, she’ll rot in a mental hospital. I made sure the staff there will take good care of her. Just focus on getting better abroad.]

[From: William Vanderbilt]

I froze.

Because my name is Celia Summers. And the man meeting me tomorrow is my real wealthy family’s eldest brother—William Vanderbilt.

The fake daughter who took my place and lived a luxurious life with the Vanderbilts for over a decade? Vivian Vanderbilt.

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When the text first came in, I figured it was just some prank.

I mean, I’d lived almost eighteen years in an orphanage. Then suddenly they tell me I’m the real daughter who got swapped at birth.

Hard to believe, right?

And the reunion was tomorrow.

I lay in bed, tossing and turning, trying to figure out who’d pull a prank at a time like this.

Were they trying to stop me from meeting my real family?

I checked—the message was anonymous. The timestamp said thirty years from now. It ended with “William Vanderbilt.” Nothing else gave anything away.

Because I grew up in Hope Haven, almost no one had my number.

I scrolled through my contacts. Could count them on one hand. No idea who it could be.

Grace in the orphanage?

No way. She could barely read. There’s no way she typed that.

What about Mia, my roommate?

I glanced over at her sleeping soundly—even less likely. She’s my best friend.

If anything, she’d be happy for me finding my birth parents.

There was also my homeroom teacher, Amelia Brown.

I did okay in school, and she’d always looked out for me. But she didn’t even know I’d been swapped.

So… who could it be?

I racked my brain and came up empty. Then the phone on my nightstand lit up again.

It was my eldest brother, the one meeting me tomorrow at the café:

[Tomorrow at 6 PM. The café by your school. Don’t be late. I hate waiting.]

I stared at the message, moved my thumb, and slowly typed back one word:[Okay.]

Hit send.

Sent.

I lingered on that message for a second. Then, for some reason, I opened the other one again.

I read it word by word. And when I got to “mental hospital,” a jolt of electricity shot through me. I curled up in pain.

When it passed, pale as a ghost, I opened the search bar and typed in “Vanderbilt Group.”

Scrolling through the sea of news articles, I clicked on a recent gossip magazine.

The names I saw made my heart stop.

[William Vanderbilt, VP of Vanderbilt Group; famous racer Lucas Vanderbilt; and Elias Astor, the heir of the Astor family—together celebrating goddess Vivian’s 18th birthday!]

It was a fresh article. There was a photo too. Three young, exceptional men, all gazing with adoring affection at a girl who’d clearly been pampered her whole life.

I didn’t look at her.

My eyes went to the guy beside her in racing gear, his fiery red hair impossible to miss—Lucas Vanderbilt.

We looked so alike. They said he was my twin.

But in that photo, his eyes stayed glued to the girl in the middle, soft and doting.

Something tugged at my heartstrings.