The Wrong Savior: A Tale of Mistaken Identity and RedemptionChapter 1

I Stole the Heiress's Identity for Fifteen Years

For fifteen years, I lived a lie. I was Charlotte Coleman, the beloved daughter of the wealthy Coleman family. But it was all a facade. I wasn't their real daughter; I was a fraud, an imposter who had taken the place of their true heiress.

When the truth finally came out, the Colemans cast me aside like yesterday's trash. They shipped me off to my biological father without a second thought. No one cared about me anymore.

The abuse started immediately. Insults, beatings, wounds both big and small. My body became a canvas of pain and suffering.

Then one night, while working at a bar, I saw him. Tall, cold, and imposing. James Zhang.

He pressed his cigarette into the back of my hand. The pain was excruciating, but I didn't make a sound. The hole in my skin felt like it was burning straight through to my heart.

Desperate, I fell to my knees and clutched at his sleeve. "James, please," I begged. "Save me."

He laughed coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "Charlotte Coleman," he sneered. "Did you ever think this day would come when you caused Rose's death?"