The Heiress They Betrayed Became the Queen

On the day of my engagement to Samuel, the wealthiest man in the country, my mother grabbed the microphone in front of everyone and said:

Actually, my daughter used to be a stripper.

I looked at her in disbelief. But Samuel pulled me behind him:

Don't make jokes like that anymore.

Afterwards, my mother apologized to me:

"I just wanted to see if he was sincere about you."

But the night before the wedding, I passed out after drinking the milk my mother handed me.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself naked, lying in bed with Emilia's boyfriendmy adopted sister.

When Samuel saw this scene, his eyes immediately reddened:

"So your mother wasn't lying after all."

Emilia also cried and slapped her boyfriend:

"How could you do this to me!"

In the end, Emilia became Samuel's bride.

Emilia's boyfriend cursed at me:

"I've never seen a woman as shameless as you!"

I looked at my mother through my tears. But she said coldly:

"Emilia is more suitable to be the wife of the wealthiest man than you."

Twenty years later, the new generation's wealthiest man brought his girlfriend to meet me:

"Mom, if you're satisfied with her, we'll get engaged."

I looked at that face that was identical to my sister's and said:

"I'm not satisfied."

Everyone attending the banquet froze for a moment.

I hadn't expected that the girlfriend my son brought home would be Emilia's child, Juliet Samuel.

Juliet Samuel was an outstanding graduate of Berklee College of Music. She was both sexy and sweet.

Her father was the former wealthiest man, Samuel.

Even my son Giovanni was stunned.

"Mom... when I mentioned Juliet to you before, didn't you really like her?"

"I'd never met her before. Now I have."

Everyone stirred restlessly.

After all, Juliet Samuel's face was a perfect copy of her mother's.

At Berklee, she had even been the beauty pageant champion. Juliet Samuel had never been rejected like this before.

Her face flushed red:

"Is it my manners? Or my outfit? Or something else? Just tell me directly, and I'll change!"

"You don't need to change."

I took a sip of tea:

"You will never be able to marry my son in this lifetime."

"Ms. Christian."

Someone couldn't hold back:

"You may not have heard of Juliet's grandmother.

"She's a philanthropist known both domestically and internationally, and has helped many people."

"That's right. Her grandmother raised this child very well. You don't need to worry about character issues."

Ha. So my mother even cared this much about Emilia's child?

Giovanni also looked at me curiously:

"Mom... did Juliet do something wrong?"

"It has nothing to do with that." I said flatly.

Juliet Samuel grew anxious: "Why!

"Why won't you let me into your family!

"If there's something wrong with me, just say it! Just saying no without explanation, I... I..."

I looked at her: "You what?"

"I won't accept this!"

I narrowed my eyes: "I am the sole head of Christian Group. For my daughter-in-law, if I don't choose you, do I need to submit a report to you?"

"You!"

Juliet Samuel covered her mouth, turned and ran out of the room.

She slammed the door hard. I continued drinking my tea calmly.

The banquet continued.

No one would cross me on my territory.

Giovanni, raised by my own hand, had always respected my opinions:

"Mom, if she offended you in the past, don't keep it bottled up. Be careful not to harm your health."

I smiled without saying anything.

But near the end of the banquet, the door was opened:

"Excuse me, who is Christian!"

Twenty years ago, I cut ties with my family and gave myself a new name.

Emilia was still the same as twenty years ago.

Only her waist-length hair was now pinned up behind her head, and her face had gained the charm of a middle-aged woman.

Seeing me, she froze in place for a moment.

A few seconds later, she smiled:

"Giovanni's mother is actually you?"

I didn't answer.

"Christian." Emilia's eyes filled with sarcasm:

"They all say you haven't married in twenty years, yet... you actually have a child?"

"Does Ms. Emilia have business here?"

Emilia finally remembered the purpose of her visit, and her gaze turned colder:

"Juliet has been crying ever since she got home."

"Oh."

"Don't you think you're being shameless?"

"Hmm?"

Emilia stared at me:

"Can't compete with me, so you target an innocent child!"

I smiled without speaking.

"Christian."

Emilia said coldly: "Don't think that being the mother of the wealthiest man means you can do whatever you want.

"Don't forget, my husband was also once the wealthiest man.

"And Juliet's grandmother, my mother, is renowned both domestically and internationally."

I sat calmly in the main seat: "So what?

"Your family wants to interfere with other people's marriage affairs?"

"I..."

Emilia clutched her purse tightly: "I just want to remind you, don't go too far!"

"Barging into my banquet and forcing me to accept your daughter."

My eyes turned cold: "Who exactly is going too far?"

Emilia bit her lip.

She was used to getting her way. Everyone would give her some face because of Samuel and my mother.

But it didn't work on me.

I gave the security guards a look, and immediately someone came forward to grab her arms.

"Christian, you dare have people treat me like this!"

Emilia panicked.

I didn't look up.

For the first time, Emilia was escorted out in such an awkward manner, with security guards on both sides holding her arms.

"Christian! You're going too far! You're being unreasonable!!"

The door closed, blocking out her voice.

I wiped my mouth, stood up, and bowed to everyone:

"I apologize for disturbing everyone's enjoyment.

"I've prepared some modest gifts for everyone. Ask the butler for them when you leave.

"I hope you all have a pleasant time."

After saying this, I turned and left. Giovanni followed me out.

The next day, just as I woke up, someone was asking to see me at the gate.

The door opened, and Samuel and I locked eyes.

It had been exactly twenty years since we last met.

"I'm here for them, mother and daughter." Samuel got straight to the point.

He looked at the decor of my manor, his eyes showing some emotion:

"All these years, you've built all this from scratch step by step?"

I said flatly: "Would anyone else help me?"

His gaze fell on me, and he sighed softly:

"About what happened back then, I was also somewhat impulsive."

"So who exactly is Mr. Samuel here for?"

Samuel's breath caught.

The little girl who used to hold his arm and call him "darling" would now speak back to him without hesitation.

Samuel sighed:

"Those two, mother and daughter, have been spoiled by me.

"You know, Mom and I both dote on them.

"You were unreasonable yesterday, and those two haven't eaten much since then."

"Unreasonable?"

I put down my coffee cup and stared into his eyes:

"Mr. Samuel, do I no longer even have the right to manage my own family affairs?"

"It's not that..."

Samuel paused slightly: "It's just that anyone with eyes can see.

"You're clearly seeking revenge."

I smiled:

"If you must put it that way, then, I admit it."

"But in the end, don't you just hate that I didn't marry you back then?"

Samuel grew anxious: "What happened back then can't be undone.

"Even if you want revenge, you should come after me, not make things difficult for those two innocent mother and daughter!

"Just say it, what compensation do you want.

"As long as you let Juliet marry Giovanni, I'll give you my entire fortune. No problem!"

I looked at the man before me with some surprise, then suddenly smiled:

"Samuel, you built everything from scratch."

He paused, sighed, and turned his head away.

"You swore you'd never let yourself live in hardship again.

"What now? You don't even care about your life and fortune? All for them?"

Samuel sighed again:

"They're more important than wealth."

My smile turned bitter.

Once, he had said those words to me too.

I still had him escorted out.

As he left, he kept turning back:

"Can't we discuss this again?

"I'm serious about compensating you."

"Christian, please."

"They're really heartbroken."

I looked out the window. But what about me, who knelt on the ground crying and saying I was framed all those years ago?

However, not long after Samuel left, someone else wanted to see me.

The moment the door opened, both of us froze slightly.

Alex.

The one who had been lying with me that nightEmilia's boyfriend.

All these years, he had believed I was the one who drugged him.

And for these twenty years, he, like me, had never married.

"I didn't expect you would come too." I spoke.

Alex sat down across from me.

He looked at my home with a complex expression, then looked at me and said:

"I didn't expect you to be so persistent."

"Hmm?"

"Giovanni, I only found out yesterday that he's your child."

I said nothing.

"About that night?" he asked.

I knew he was talking about the night my mother had set us both up.

I shook my head. He sighed:

"You don't need to deny it. I understand everything."

"I really didn't."

He looked at me, somewhat helpless: "Indeed, you've always been stubborn.

"But you should know, I've been single all these years for a reason."

I drank my coffee without speaking.

"Making things difficult for those two, mother and daughterhonestly, it's a bit much."

"Even you want to interfere with my family affairs?"

I gave him a cold look. He sighed:

"Christian.

"Strictly speaking, Giovanni is my child.

"This is also my family affair."

"I told you he's not your child."

Alex looked at me:

"Christian, I have eyes.

"That boy looks like me."

I found it ridiculous:

Alex was the rugged, handsome type. So was Giovanni.

"The boy has the same style as Mr. Alex.

"But Mr. Alex isn't the only one with that style.

"Mr. Alex, you're really overthinking this."

Alex sighed: "Fine. I admit defeat. I can marry you."

I froze. He looked at me:

"Christian, if that's your goal, then I can accept it.

"We can go get our marriage license right now. What do you think?"

I was left speechless for a moment.

"Although my heart most likely still won't be able to focus on you, I will do my best to fulfill a husband's responsibilities."

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Show him out."

"Christian!"

Alex frowned: "Must you make things difficult for Emilia, make things difficult for Juliet!"

I stared at him coldly: "Show him out!"

Alex was escorted out by my people with a look of disbelief.

I pinched the bridge of my nose: "If anyone else comes to see me, have them leave directly!"

But the next day, my subordinate came to report:

"Ms. Christian, there's a visitor outside who insists on seeing you.

"She says she's your mother."

After more than twenty years, my mother still looked at me with the same cold indifference.

Upon entering, she first looked around at my home environment.

She sneered:

"These twenty years, you've really held onto that grudge."

"If you have something to say, say it directly."

My mother looked at me:

"Lying low for twenty years, all for today, right?"

I frowned.

She stepped forward:

"You're my daughter.

"I understand you resent me."

After saying this, she stood in front of me and knelt down straight.

I stared at her in shock: "Mom?"

"If it will help you calm down, I can kneel before you.

"Christian." She looked at me: "I've always missed you."

My outstretched hand froze in midair. She stared straight at me with her eyes:

"What happened back then was all my choice.

"I won't regret it, but I will take responsibility.

"I apologize to you."

I looked at her with a bitter smile:

"For Emilia, you can actually go this far."

"Yes."

My outstretched hand slowly withdrew:

"Mom, I have a question I've never understood.

"Can you answer me?"

"What?"

"Why can you be a philanthropist renowned domestically and internationally, helping so many poor children."

My voice choked slightly: "But you're the only one unwilling to treat me fairly?"

Mom froze.

I looked at her with red eyes:

"I even secretly did a paternity test.

"I'm also your child, aren't I?"

Mom lowered her head.

"Mom, say something."

"I'm sorry."

She looked at me, her eyes extremely resolute:

"But I don't want Emilia to be unhappy."

I smiled. Just because she didn't want Emilia to be unhappy, I had to be unhappy?

My smile was full of mockery:

"Please get up.

"I can't forgive anyone."

"Christian!"

I didn't speak.

"Christian..."

She was almost pleading.

I stood by the window: "Show her out."

Mom looked at me with red eyes, her sorrow gradually turning to bitterness.

Finally, it became dissatisfaction, even resentment.

She slammed the door on her way out. I stood by the window watching her retreating figure.

I instructed:

"Organize a matchmaking event for Giovanni. No restrictions on wealth. Anyone with good character and appropriate age can attend.

Except for Juliet Samuel."