(Grace's POV)
It's called a switch at birth. But the truth is, Vivienne's mother, then a maid of the Hartwell family, is the one who did the switch.
I suffered years under her guardianship. Mental and physical abuse. Starvation. Overworking. Even getting pulled out from school after completing high school. Until an accident revealed Vivienne wasn't a Hartwell.
But funny enough, finding my parents wasn't a new beginning for me. Only the beginning of a different kind of suffering.
My phone buzzes on the side table—text after text, notifications I've been ignoring all day.
Then one message catches my attention.
Ms. Hartwell, this is Temple Group confirming your attendance at the executive selection process tomorrow at 9 AM. Please reply to confirm.
I stare at the screen.
Temple Group.
