Chapter 1: The Princess in the Slums

“Read? You want to read?” The old woman, Wu Mai, snatched the book from the girl’s hands and threw it into the dirty sink water. “I picked you up from the trash to serve my son, not to dream! Go cook dinner!”

Mo Li bit her lip, her eyes burning with unshed tears. For 18 years, this was her life. She was the “child bride” raised to serve her foster brother, Wu Chong, a gambling addict who looked at her with disgusting eyes.

“Hey, little wife,” Wu Chong sneered, grabbing her wrist. “Forget cooking. Come to my room. It’s time you paid us back for the food we gave you.”

“Let me go!” Mo Li struggled, grabbing a broom to defend herself.

“You ungrateful brat!” Wu Mai raised her hand to slap her.

SCREECH!

Suddenly, the slum’s narrow alley was blinded by headlights. A convoy of ten black limousines ground to a halt. The doors flew open, and four men stepped out. They radiated power, wealth, and terrifying anger.

“Who… who are you?” Wu Chong stammered, dropping Mo Li’s hand.

The leader, Mo Guang, the CEO of Mo Corp, didn’t even look at him. He walked straight to Mo Li, his eyes red with emotion. He looked at the DNA test in his hand, then at the girl who looked exactly like their mother.

“We’re late,” Mo Guang whispered, his voice trembling. “Baby sister, we’re so late.”

“Touch her again,” the second brother, Mo Jing (a ruthless lawyer), said to Wu Chong, “and I will ensure you rot in prison for the rest of your miserable life.”

“Take the money! Take her!” Wu Mai screamed, realizing these weren’t people she could fight.

Mo Li looked at the four strangers. For the first time in her life, she felt safe. “Let’s go home,” Mo Guang said, wrapping his coat around her.

Chapter 2: The Fake Sister and the Ruined Dress

The Mo family mansion was a palace. But not everyone was happy about Mo Li’s return.

Mo Nian, the adopted daughter who had lived as the “Mo Princess” for 18 years, watched from the balcony with venom in her eyes. She had enjoyed the love, the money, and the status that belonged to Mo Li. She wasn’t going to give it up.

“She’s just a country bumpkin,” Mo Nian scoffed to her friend. “Watch me humiliate her.”

The night of Mo Li’s welcome gala arrived. Mo Li walked into her room to find her custom-made gown shredded to pieces.

“Oops,” Mo Nian smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “I thought it was a rag. It suits you, though. Maybe you should wear your old servant clothes to the party.”

Mo Li didn’t panic. She walked to the closet, pulled out a simple black dress, and pinned it with a diamond brooch she pulled from her pocket. It was the “Star of the Ocean,” a piece worth 100 million, which she had secretly bought at an auction the week before.

Downstairs, the guests whispered as Mo Li descended the stairs. She didn’t look like a bumpkin. She looked like a queen.

“That brooch…” someone whispered. “Isn’t that the legendary item sold to the mysterious Investor V?”

Mo Nian grit her teeth. She stepped forward, holding a glass of red wine. “Sister! Welcome home!”

She pretended to trip, aiming to spill the wine all over Mo Li. But Mo Li sidestepped gracefully. Mo Nian crashed into a waiter, drenching herself in wine and cake.

“Oh, sister,” Mo Li smiled innocently. “You should be more careful. Karma is slippery.”

Chapter 3: The Ruthless Fiancé

The drama wasn’t over. A cold, imposing figure entered the hall. Han Lichen. The CEO of the Han Group and the most powerful man in the city. He was also Mo Li’s arranged fiancé.

Mo Nian rushed to him, fixing her hair. “Brother Lichen, you’re here! This country girl is ruining our family’s reputation. You should annul the engagement!”

Han Lichen looked at Mo Nian as if she were air. He walked past her, stopping directly in front of Mo Li.

He grabbed her hand.

“You’re wearing the bracelet I gave you,” he lied smoothly, pointing to the rare jade bangle on Mo Li’s wrist—another item she had bought herself.

Mo Li looked up, surprised. “I…”

“It looks beautiful,” Han Lichen interrupted, his eyes locking onto hers with intensity. He turned to the crowd. “Anyone who disrespects my fiancée, Mo Li, disrespects the Han family.”

Mo Nian turned pale. She had tried to frame Mo Li for stealing that bracelet, but Han Lichen had just claimed he gave it to her.

Chapter 4: The Secret Identities

Desperate to prove she was better, Mo Nian challenged Mo Li to a violin performance.

“She grew up feeding pigs,” Mo Nian laughed to the guests. “She probably thinks a violin is firewood.”

Mo Nian played a decent song, receiving polite applause. Then, she handed the violin to Mo Li with a sneer.

Mo Li placed the instrument under her chin. Her expression shifted. She didn’t play a nursery rhyme. She played The Devil’s Trill—one of the hardest pieces in history. Her fingers flew across the strings, the music haunting and flawless.

The room erupted in thunderous applause.

“How?” Mo Nian gasped.

“I had a lot of free time,” Mo Li shrugged.

But Mo Li had bigger secrets. The next day, at a massive land bidding auction, Han Lichen was confident he would win the “Continent Project.”

“5 billion!” Han Lichen bid.

“5.1 billion,” a voice rang out from the VIP box.

It was “Investor V,” the mysterious tycoon who had been buying up companies all over the city.

Han Lichen lost the bid. Furious, he stormed the VIP box to confront his rival. The chair spun around.

Sitting there, sipping tea, was Mo Li.

“You?” Han Lichen was stunned. “You are Investor V?”

“Surprise,” Mo Li grinned. “I told you, I’m not just a pretty face.”

Chapter 5: The Cruel Truth

Mo Nian’s schemes became deadly. She tried to frame Mo Li for a scandal involving a hacked corporate account. But she forgot one thing: Mo Li was also the world’s top hacker.

Mo Li traced the IP address right back to Mo Nian’s phone and projected the evidence onto the big screen during a family dinner.

But the biggest reveal was yet to come. Mo Li’s brothers investigated why Mo Li was lost 18 years ago. They found the hospital records.

It wasn’t an accident.

Wu Mai (the abusive foster mom) was actually Mo Nian’s biological mother. She had switched the babies at birth. She sent the real heiress (Mo Li) to live in poverty while her own daughter (Mo Nian) lived like a princess.

“You knew?” Mo Guang asked Mo Nian, his voice deadly calm. “You knew for years that you were a fake, and you still let our sister suffer?”

Mo Nian fell to her knees, sobbing. “Mom! Brothers! Please! I’m still your sister!”

“You are nothing to us,” Mo Guang said. “Get out.”

Mo Nian was thrown out of the mansion. She returned to her real mother, Wu Mai. But karma struck fast. The government canceled the land compensation for Wu Mai’s slum house because they offended the Han family.

Broke and desperate, Wu Mai looked at her daughter, Mo Nian.

“We need money,” Wu Mai said coldly. ” The butcher down the street needs a wife. He’s paying 50,000. You’re going to marry him.”

“No! That was supposed to be Mo Li’s fate!” Mo Nian screamed. But no one came to save her.

Chapter 6: The Billion Dollar Proposal

With the toxic family gone, Mo Li was finally free. She stood in the garden, looking at the stars.

“You stole my land project,” a voice said behind her.

Han Lichen stood there, holding a document.

“Business is business,” Mo Li smiled. “Are you here to sue me?”

“No,” Han Lichen ripped up the document. “I’m here to surrender.”

He pulled out a ring box and a thick contract. “This is 80% of the Han Group’s shares. It makes you the richest woman in the country. It’s my dowry.”

“You’re giving me your company?” Mo Li raised an eyebrow.

“I’m giving you everything,” Han Lichen knelt down. “Mo Li, you have four brothers to protect you, but you only have one man who belongs to you. Marry me.”

Mo Li looked at the contract, then at the man who had defended her when she was vulnerable.

“You know,” she smirked, taking the ring. “I usually charge a high consulting fee. But for you… I’ll take the job of CEO’s wife for free.”

Han Lichen kissed her, sealing the deal. The girl from the slums was now the Queen of the city, and no one would ever hurt her again.

THE END