They Chose The Real Princess Not Knowing I Am The Queen

"I was raised to inherit Ashbourne Holdings, trained to lead alongside the heirs of New York’s most powerful families. My parents even handpicked three orphaned boys—Julian Prescott, Tristan Rhodes, and Nolan Mercer—to groom as future leaders and potential husbands. On my twenty-eighth birthday, I was supposed to choose one of them to stand beside me as I took control of the family empire.

Then Livia Ashbourne appeared, and a hospital mix-up revealed that she was my parents’ biological daughter.

Overnight, I went from the sole Ashbourne heir to an outsider with no blood ties to the family.

Just as I was about to remind everyone that the succession plan hadn’t changed, I overheard the three men I’d grown up with discussing my future.

“Why marry Camille when the real Ashbourne daughter is back?”

One even suggested keeping me as a mistress, buying me an apartment, and giving me a monthly allowance.

I quietly closed the door. I wouldn’t beg for a place I had already earned.

They believed blood made Livia the rightful heir. But blood could give her the Ashbourne name—not the chairman’s seat.

If these men couldn’t distinguish loyalty from convenience, I would find someone who could stand beside me and help me claim the empire I was born to rule."