Billionaire’s Find: Wrong Gender

The wealthiest man in the state claimed I was his biological child.
But the moment I was brought home, the nightmare began.
My mother accused me of trying to seduce my own father, calling me a homewrecker and a slut.
My fake sister, the girl I was swapped with at birth, spread rumors that Id had an abortion and was a sugar baby for old men.
My cousin, acting the white knight, pulled the fake sister into a protective hug and roared at me with righteous indignation:
"I only recognize Anna as my sister! If you pull any more of these trashy stunts, get the hell out of the Sterling family!"
I looked at them, watching their passionate performance with a detached, almost amused expression.
Wait a minute.
Who told you guys I was a girl?
Im a biological male. A pure-blooded dude.
Did you guys skip the gender check when you looked at the DNA test?!

1
The moment I stepped into the Sterling estate, Madeline wasted no time putting me in my place.
"You're Xavier?"
I nodded, opening my mouth to call her "Mom," but she cut me off with a sharp wave of her manicured hand.
"Don't call me Mom yet. Let me make one thing clear: now that you've entered this house, you follow the rules. Anna is younger than you, which makes you the big sister. You are not to compete with her for anything. You will not fight for affection, and you certainly will not bully her. Do you understand?"
I tightened my grip on the strap of my worn-out canvas backpack. A fire ignited in my chest, but I kept my voice low.
"Why am I the older sister? We were switched on the same day. And besides, I..."
"Enough with the excuses!"
She raised her voice, causing the maids dusting the antique vases in the living room to freeze.
"I said you're the older sister, so you are! Anna grew up by my side; shes delicate and used to the best. If you let her suffer even a tiny bit of grievance, I won't let you off the hook."
Just then, a guy in designer athleisure wear jogged down the grand staircase. It was my cousin, Hunter.
Chewing gum loudly, he sauntered over to Madeline, eyeing me with open disdain.
"So this is the 'real heiress' dragged back from the boonies? Let me warn youAnna is the treasure of the Sterling family. If you touch a hair on her head, you might walk in, but youll be carried out."
I stared into Hunters eyes and asked, "I'm a Sterling too. Why protect only her? And where is my father? I've been back for a while now; why haven't I seen him?"
Madeline rolled her eyes, turning back toward the plush velvet sofa.
"Your father is busy running an empire. Do you think he has time for you? Don't get arrogant just because we let you in. A country bumpkin like you should be grateful just to have a roof over your head."
Hunter sneered, echoing her sentiment. "Exactly. Don't think just because you have the bloodline, you're suddenly a princess. In our eyes, you aren't worth a single one of Anna's fingernails."
I bit my lower lip, recalling the information Id paid a private investigator to dig up before I came here.
Arthur Sterling, my biological father, was obsessed with male heirs.
Because Madeline couldn't produce a son, they had taken in Hunter, the son of Arthur's younger brother, treating him as a semi-heir.
Since they had all assumed I was a girl, I decided to keep the charade going. I wanted to see just how deep the bias in this family ran.
I lowered my head, feigning submission.
"I understand, Mom. Hunter. I won't fight with Anna."
Madeline nodded, satisfied. She waved a dismissive hand.
"Mrs. Higgins, take her to the guest room at the end of the second-floor hall. Don't let her wander around and be an eyesore."
As the housekeeper led me away, I heard Hunter mutter behind me, "Country trash has no backbone. Folded after two sentences."

2
I had been living in the Sterling mansion for a week, and I still hadn't met my biological father.
One morning, I bumped into Madeline in the dining room. She was meticulously peeling a hard-boiled egg for Anna.
"Mom, will Dad be back today?" I asked.
Madeline's hand paused. She looked up with blatant impatience.
"Your father is negotiating a merger. He doesn't have time for you. You're just a girl; what does it matter if he sees you or not?"
Anna looked up from her plate, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.
"Yeah, big sis. Daddy is so busy. Don't be a burden. If you need something, just tell Mommy."
I frowned. "But he's my father. It's strange that I haven't seen his face since I arrived, isn't it?"
Madeline slammed the egg down on the plate. Her face darkened.
"What is wrong with you? I said he's busy! Are you trying to start trouble?"
I didn't give up. Over the next few days, whenever I saw Madeline, I asked about Dad.
Arthur Sterling was the king of this castle. My future depended on surviving under his rule. I needed to know what kind of man he waswhether he liked me or notto plan my next move.
But there was no news.
On the third night, Madeline was in the living room applying a luxury face mask.
I approached her. "Is Dad not coming home again? I heard the company has a major project. I studied some finance; maybe I could help."
Madeline ripped the mask off her face. Her eyes were venomous.
"Help? I think you have other intentions! Every day it's 'Dad this' and 'Dad that.' You're desperate to see him. Tell me, are you trying to seduce him?"
I stood frozen, unable to believe my ears.
"Excuse me? He is my father. How could I seduce him? Are you insane?"
"Am I insane?" Madeline let out a cold, sharp laugh, standing up to tower over me.
"I think you're the crazy one! You come from nowhere, learned god-knows-what in the gutter, and now you want to use cheap tricks to climb the ladder? You think because he has money and power, you can charm him? Let me tell you somethingnot a chance! The Sterling fortune is not for a little slut like you to covet!"
I was shaking with rage.
"If you're sick in the head, go to a hospital. Don't project your filth onto me! I'm his child. What is wrong with wanting to meet him? You're so paranoid you suspect your own child? You call yourself a mother?"
"You dare talk back to me?" Madeline's face turned crimson. She raised her hand to slap me.
Instinctively, I dodged. Her hand hit empty air, which only fueled her fury.
"Fine! Not only are you twisted, but you're also rebellious! When your father comes back, Ill make sure he teaches you a lesson. You'll learn who the mistress of this house really is!"
I scoffed. "Go ahead and tell him. I'd love to see if my father is as irrational as you. And stop calling yourself the 'mistress of the house.' If you were actually secure in your position, you wouldn't be terrified of your husband leaving you, and you wouldn't need to bully me to feel important."
Madeline was struck dumb. She pointed a trembling finger at me, choking on her words, before finally shrieking, "Get out! Go back to your room and don't come out!"
I turned and walked away, my heart turning to ice.
So this was my biological mother?
To say something so vile... It seemed that in this house, I could only rely on myself.

3
Since our argument, Madeline began targeting me openly.
She would start dinner without me. The driver who took me to school was dismissed on some flimsy excuse, forcing me to take the crowded public bus. My allowance was cut to zeroI couldn't even buy pens.
I didn't care. The bus was crowded, but it got me to school. I had savings from my past life in the countryside. I could skip breakfast or buy a cheap bagel at the cafeteria.
But I didn't expect Anna to start her own campaign.
One morning, I walked into the classroom to find Anna standing by my desk, holding a shredded designer dress. She was sobbing to the surrounding crowd.
"I just bought this yesterday... Mom spent thousands on it... and this morning Xavier tore it apart because she said she hated looking at me..."
The classmates turned to me, their eyes filled with disgust.
I frowned and walked over. "Are you delusional? When did I touch your dress?"
Anna cried harder. "I'm sorry, big sis. I know you hate me, but this was a gift from Mom... If you want to vent, hit me, curse at me... but don't ruin Mom's gift..."
I was about to argue when I heard the whispers.
"I didn't know Xavier was that kind of person."
"It's just jealousy. Typical trashy behavior."
"I heard that back in the country, she was a sugar baby for some old guy. She even had an abortion. No wonder she's so vicious."
I froze. These rumors were beyond ridiculous.
I just had somewhat delicate features. How could they fabricate something so disgusting?
I'm a man, for God's sake!
Abortion? Are you kidding me?
I was shaking with anger, ready to confront them, when I caught a glimpse of a smirk flashing across Annas tear-stained face.
I understood instantly. She was the source.
Over the next few days, the rumors grew nastier. People pointed fingers. Someone threw trash in my locker.
I endured it. Until one morning, I opened my desk to find a dead rat and a handful of cockroaches inside.
That was the breaking point.
I grabbed a plastic bag, scooped up the dead rat and the roaches, walked over to Annas pristine desk, and dumped the bag right in front of her.
"Anna, your pranks are pathetic. Can't you come up with something original?"
Seeing the contents of the bag, Annas face went pale. She let out a piercing scream.
"Ahh! A rat! Roaches!"
She jumped up, tears instantly flowing, and ran out of the classroom.
The class was stunned. They stared at the bag in my hand, terrified into silence.

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