The Comments Told Me to Fight the Fake Heiress but I Chose Her as My Sister Chapter 13

The Comments Told Me to Fight the Fake Heiress but I Chose Her as My Sister Chapter 13

I looked at the words and suddenly felt sorry for them.

They were not prophecies.

Merely the leftover fragments of some ugly narrative.

They wanted me to believe I had to defeat another girl in order to survive.

But the truth was this: standing side-by-side, we flipped the whole board.

After the betrothal gala, the Voss family didn’t rest.

The Hales collapsed faster than I’d imagined.

Chapter 13

Word of the espionage leaked. Partners bailed overnight. Banks called in their loans. Several overseas projects they’d polished up turned out to be black holes.

Silas’s father begged every contact he had.

Nobody would take his calls.

Silas was under investigation. Hiram and the other plants were pulled in one by one.

Voss Holdings launched an internal purge.

Those few days, I walked into the company’s core boardroom for the first time.

Not as the Voss family’s long-lost daughter.

As a member of the temporary crisis team for the energy-storage project.

At first, some people pushed back.

A few old executives especially, their looks full of doubt.

“Lila’s only been back five minutes. She doesn’t know the business.”

“Auditing internal controls isn’t a child’s game.”

Before I could answer, Elowen set a stack of files on the table.

“Mr. Pryce, the supplier change you pushed through three years ago had an indirect link to a Hale-owned

shell. Want me to walk everyone through it?”

The man’s face changed.

The room went quiet.

Caspian sat at the head of the table and said flatly, “Continue.”

I traced the flow of the doctored files.

Elowen handled external PR and investor communications.

Caspian oversaw legal and audit.

The three of us were three blades, peeling the rot out of the seams of Voss Holdings.

Some people said the Voss family had lost face massively.

Elowen smiled right back at them at the press conference.

“The ones who lost face are the ones who spied. Not the ones who caught them.”

Someone asked if I was hurt that the Hales had called off the engagement.

I said, “Correction. I called it off.”

“And honestly? I care more about Voss Holdings’ next quarterly earnings than losing a liar.”

The interview trended.

One commenter said I didn’t act like a real daughter who’d just come home to old money.

I laughed at my phone.

What was I supposed to act like?

Sobbing over a stolen fiancé?

Yanking Elowen’s hair and demanding she give my life back?

Sorry.

Someone who’d died once didn’t have that much free time.

A month later, the Hales’ core assets went to auction.

Silas’s father tried to save their most valuable subsidiary-the smart manufacturing arm.

The cash chain was broken to the bone.

Voss Holdings had a plan ready.

In the boardroom, Elowen slid the acquisition agreement toward me.

“Sign it, Ms. Voss?”

She said it on purpose.

I gave her a look. “I’m not Ms. Voss yet.”

“Soon.”

She leaned against the table, bright as anything.

“Long-lost daughter comes home and swallows the bastard’s empire. What a story.”

The crimson lines flickered again.

This time they were pale, like dying bulbs.

[How can the real and fake daughter not fight…]

[Elowen was supposed to steal everything…]

[This isn’t how the story goes…]

I picked up the pen and signed the last page.

My hand was steady.

When I finished, I looked up at Elowen.

“We’re changing the story.”

She raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“It’s not me taking my life back.”

I said, “It’s us. Together.”

Elowen froze.

Then she smiled.

August and Clara came to talk to me later.

Clara cried hard.

She said she was sorry they hadn’t found me sooner.

She thanked me for not treating Elowen like an enemy.

I looked at her, and something still ached.

Eighteen years couldn’t be erased by a single apology.

But I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life punishing everyone who’d ever loved someone else.

I said, “I’ll learn to be part of this family.”

“But you have to get used to me too.”

“I’m not Elowen. And I’m not going to become another version of her.”

August nodded, his eyes red.

“You’re both Voss daughters.”

In my past life, that was the line I’d ached to hear most.

This time, when I actually heard it, I was calm.

Because I finally knew: identity didn’t depend on anyone’s permission.

I was Lila Voss.

Whether I was in an impoverished rural community or in this house.

Whether I wore an old school uniform or signed a multi-million-dollar contract.

I was still me.