The Circus Girl Is the Real Heiress

I grew up in a circus. I never asked to be anyone's daughter. Eighteen years, no family. Then a stranger tells me I'm the REAL heir to the richest family in the city — and hands me over like a package nobody wanted. They already have a daughter. A "perfect" one. She cries first. She lies best. And somehow, I'm always the one who did something wrong. They dumped ice water on me in front of the whole school. Ripped my clothes in the stairwell. Called me a clown, a freak, trash that crawled out of a tent. I never once raised my voice first. I never once threw the first punch. But nobody protects me. Not my "father." Not my "brother." I fight every single battle completely alone — and every time I think it's over, they find a new way to hurt me.