Lies Forged In My Blood

When that forged DNA report was slid across the mahogany desk toward me, the world as I knew it didn’t just crack—it vaporized.

In the high-society circles of Manhattan, I had always been the girl at the center of the solar system, bathed in the warmth of every spotlight. Overnight, I became a ghost in my own home, a "charity case" living under the roof of the powerful Mercer family.

To avoid being cast out into the cold, I learned the art of the grovel. When my sister, Rebecca, eyed my designer vintage dresses, I handed them over with a practiced, hollow smile.