The Muscle Heiress

I had just finished warming up at my adoptive father's boxing gym when I was brought back to my wealthy biological family.

When my tanned, heavily muscled self walked into the living room, my biological parents, who had been ready to humiliate me, fell completely silent.

They had brought me back because they wanted me to marry the heir of the Lamberts.

He was rumored to have a violent temper and had already scared away ten fiancées.

The fake heiress was still pretending to cry at first. But the moment she saw my massive biceps, she stopped crying.