My Sister Stole My Face and My Husband

Today is the day Liam Grant flies home.

He has been abroad for more than two months. I, on the other hand, have dead for a week.

My sister, Annie, sprang to her feet the moment Liam stepped through the door.

“Liam, have you had dinner? I asked the servant to make your favorite pumpkin porridge.”

Strictly speaking, this should be the first time they’ve met.

And yet Liam didn’t realize his wife had been swapped.

No wonder—Annie had made herself identical to me from head to toe.

Liam handed his suitcase to a housekeeper and rubbed his temples. “I’ll have a bowl.”

Annie pursed her lips and smiled, imitating my expression and behavior exactly the same as in the secretly taken video

She trailed him into the dining room. “Aunt Lee, ladle a bowl of pumpkin porridge for Mr. Grant.”

At that, Liam glanced sideways at Annie.

We have a few servants at home, but I was used to doing many things myself.

What else was there to do? I didn’t have a job and stayed home anyway.

I’d been in Hai City for almost two years and still don’t like ordering people around.

Before I married Liam, I’d lived in countryside all my life.

The one originally meant to marry Liam was Annie.

The Grant and Lee families had been close for generations. In Hai City, the Grant family ranked second—no one dared claim first.

When both grandfathers noticed their grandchildren were conveniently one boy and one girl, they arranged a childhood betrothal.

Twenty years ago, the two old men passed away in succession, and the Grant family was ambushed in the marketplace.

Liam’s father revived the engagement, hoping Lee Corp would reach out a hand.

But my dad had already been bought by several major powers. He chose to carve up Grant Corp instead of fulfilling the old engagement.

Grant Corp went bankrupt. Mr. Grant died of depression. Mrs. Grant disappeared from Hai City with her son and the butler.

Two years ago, Liam Grant returned from overseas with Yun Ting Group, and the major powers of Hai City were crushed.

Not a single player who had kicked the Grants while they were down escaped—some drowned under debt, others got hauled off to prison. All ended in ash.

The business world was secretly relieved this was all happening domestically. They’d long heard what Liam was like in places without restraints.

When Lee Corp was pummeled to the brink of bankruptcy, my dad remembered the old engagement.

Afraid Liam would take his anger out on her and tortured her to die. Annie cried and begged me to come back from countryside and marry in her place.

Business families are always superstitious; and my dad is even super superstitious.

The day Annie was born, my dad signed a massive deal that bumped Lee Corp up a rung.

The day I was born, a brand‑new project blew up with problems. Half of Lee Corp’s assets went down the drain.

He believed Annie brought him fortune and I brought him omen.

If Grandpa hadn’t spent the last breath in his lungs to protect me, my dad would have drowned me in a chamber pot the year I was born.

So he announced to public that I was sick and sent abroad to recuperate.

In reality, they dumped me in the countryside to be raised by a blind widow named Miller.

My sister’s name, Annie, my dad hopes she’d be adorable and affluent.

My original name is Zany. My father hopes that I’d die early so I wouldn’t harm his fortune.

Grandma Miller felt sorry for me and secretly changed my registered name to Zoey; but I still died young eventually.