They Stole My Daughter, Not My Crown

Eighteen years ago, I watched my cousin switch our newborn daughters—and saw my husband, the Beast King, help her escape. I raised her child as the royal heir while my own daughter was branded Formless and treated like a servant. At the Awakening Ceremony, my cousin finally claimed the girl I had trained for the throne. Everyone expected me to break. Instead, I admitted I had known from the beginning. Then I threw my real daughter into the sacred fire. When a royal white tiger rose from the flames, the truth exposed far more than one stolen child. It exposed a kingdom built on stolen heirs.