The Fake Heiress Is the Real Lucky One

I was the Campbell family's fake daughter.

After I turned 18, I was struck by a sudden illness that left me blind in one eye, with a limp, and riddled with sickness.

My parents and brother didn't mind and still treated me well.

That was until the real daughter, Ivy, returned, and everything changed.

Ivy was lively, gentle. Most importantly, she was perfectly healthy.

She openly claimed that I had stolen her identity as the Campbell family's true daughter for over 20 years.

She said I was sick because I didn't deserve the status I had taken.

My parents and brother, swayed by Ivy's words, began to look at me differently.

After I had a heart attack, they coldly kicked me out of the Campbell family.

But what they didn't know was, I was their lucky charm. All the illnesses I had were actually because I was bearing their bad luck for them!

Once I left, I slowly started to recover.

One by one, the Campbells began to go blind, limp, and fall sick.

1

After spending a month recovering at a mountain retreat, I returned home. The first thing I saw was Ivy, the real daughter who had shown up at my birthday party last month. She was happily taking photos with my dad, Jason, my mom, Sharon, and my brother, Dylan.

Ivy frowned when she saw me. "Why are you back? Just one month of recovery, and you're all better?"

Everyone looked awkward at the sound of her voice. Dylan walked over, slightly apologetic. "Naomi, you're back? Why didn't you tell me? I could've picked you up."

I could barely see out of one eye, but I glanced over at where they were taking photos. Dylan looked even more embarrassed. "Ivy mentioned she's never had a family photo before, so..."

I nodded slightly and said calmly, "I called you, but you didn't answer. Mom and Dad's phones were busy, so I had to come back on my own."

Dylan frowned. "Neither I nor Mom and Dad..."

Before he could finish, Ivy cut him off. "Naomi, are you blaming Dylan for that? That's a bit ridiculous, don't you think?

"I mean, last month, as soon as you found out you were the fake daughter and your real parents were dead, you coughed up blood and passed out right there. The whole family thought you were seriously ill, but look at you. You're back already and looking fine. Were you just pretending to get attention?"

Dylan cleared his throat, signaling Ivy to stop talking, but she had no intention of doing so. Her expression was even more disdainful as she looked at me. "Dylan, can't you see? She's faking it just to get more attention from you all. She's just pretending to be pitiful because we're taking family photos."

"That's ridiculous. We had her checked at the hospital. Mom, Dad, and I aren't fools!" Dylan said angrily.

Ivy rolled her eyes at me. "Dylan, you know everyone has their own fate, right? She's sick because she stole my spot. She doesn't deserve it. You should send her back to the gutter where she belongs, and maybe she'll get better!

"After all, trash belongs in the trash!"

2

Hearing this, Jason cleared his throat. "Ivy, did you forget what your etiquette teacher told you? You need to be polite. Naomi is your sister. How can you talk like that?"

Sharon nodded in agreement. "That's right, Ivy. Apologize to Naomi."

Ivy's expression softened a bit, but she still refused to apologize. "Mom, Dad, I'm just telling the truth! I'm saying this for Naomi's own good. How else could she be so sick all the time when she grew up with everything?"