After being divorced, the identity of my richest daughter was exposed

My multi-millionaire foster dad finally found his long-lost biological daughter.

But the same morning he announced I was adopted, my fiancé wanted to call off our engagement.

Sera Price, so you’re not your dad’s real daughter after all. In that case, you’re simply not good enough for me anymore.

I just laughed. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but my real dad? He’s a *billionaire*.”

01

My dad’s long-lost daughter was finally found, and he brought her home, publicly announcing that I was only his adopted child.

My fiancé, Brandon Miller, heard the news and immediately dragged me to see his mom.

Brandon and I had just gotten engaged and were busy planning our wedding.

I had a sinking feeling something was off.

But after two years with Brandon, he’d been so attentive, treating me like a princess. I still had faith in our relationship.

As we stepped inside, Mrs. Miller sat on the sofa, slowly peeling an orange, acting as if I wasn’t even there.

Usually, she’d be standing at the door, greeting me with her usual beaming smile before I even reached the house.

“Mrs. Miller,” I said, holding out a basket of gourmet treats and expensive wellness products I’d bought on the way. “These are some health supplements I picked up for you. To keep you healthy.”

I also had a bespoke designer gown, carefully packaged in a gift box, for her to wear to my wedding with Brandon.

Mrs. Miller finally finished her orange, glancing at me. “Sera, Brandon and I heard about your family. We just wanted to hear from you directly what’s going on.”

“It’s true, I’m my dad’s adopted daughter. His biological daughter’s name is Chloe Price,” I explained, forcing a smile.

“What? So it’s real?” Mrs. Miller’s eyes widened, staring at me. “Sera, you’ve been to our house so many times. Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“Uh, I didn’t know myself. Dad only told me this morning.” The news was sudden, even for me. I hadn’t expected it either.

“Oh, I see,” Mrs. Miller said dismissively, popping an orange segment into her mouth. “What are you planning to do now? Do you have a job?”

“I’ve already told Dad I don’t want any of his property; it all belongs to Chloe. I’m planning to move out on my own. Currently, I work at my dad’s company, I…”

Before I could finish, Brandon anxiously cut me off:

“Sera Price, are you crazy? Even as an adopted daughter, your dad would still give you some assets! How can you just say you don’t want anything?”

Mrs. Miller’s face soured, stretching a mile long. “Sera, you’re not Mr. Price’s biological daughter anymore, so he won’t let you inherit the family business. If you move out of the Price family, you’ll have nothing. Our family has a house in Rosewood City, and Brandon has a stable corporate job. You, on the other hand, don’t have a ‘proper’ job, just working at a company for a few thousand dollars a month. Where will you two live after you get married? You’re from completely different worlds now. The gap between you two is just too wide.”

I sighed, looking at Brandon’s fifty-square-meter apartment. It was indeed quite small, barely enough for one person. Brandon and I definitely couldn’t live here after we got married.

So, working at a company wasn’t a ‘proper’ job? I was the CFO of my dad’s company and a minor shareholder.

Was Brandon’s mom just worried sick?

“I understand, Mrs. Miller, I’ll do my best at work, I…” Before I could finish, Mrs. Miller cut me off again:

“Sera, how about you two just don’t bother with the wedding plans? You’re not a good match anymore; you won’t have a good life if you get married.”

I choked on my words. I had wanted to say that I not only had houses in Rosewood City but also mansions, and I’d already prepared a huge apartment for us as a wedding home, expecting Brandon and her to move in with me. I’d bought a new place near the company that was currently being renovated, which was why I was planning to rent an apartment temporarily. But this woman gave me no chance, changing her tune faster than flipping a page.

“Ma’am.” Brandon’s mom seemed momentarily flustered by my sudden shift back to the more formal address.

“Are you refusing to let me marry Brandon?” I asked her directly.

Brandon’s mom tapped her finger on the table. “How can you get married? How? Your meager salary wouldn’t even cover the down payment on a broom closet! If Brandon marries you, our family’s quality of life will plummet.”

“Come back when you can actually make some money and are worthy of my son.”

I looked at Brandon, who stood silently beside her, his eyes wide, a look of utter disappointment, like I was failing him.

I had planned to surprise Brandon that afternoon with five six-figure custom wedding gowns. I wanted to try them on one by one for him, but now, I saw no point.

“Ma’am, I’m leaving then. We won’t be getting married.”

“Go on, go on.” Brandon’s mom waved her hand dismissively.

I stood up to leave. “Wait,” she called out. “I won’t be wearing this dress. You don’t make much money, so keep it for yourself.”

Heh. She thought my few thousands a month couldn’t afford her a nice dress. A five-figure designer dress, and you don’t want it? Fine, I’ll take it back.

Walking out of Brandon’s apartment complex, he roughly yanked his hand away and snarled at me. “Sera Price, you’re so stupid! Your dad raised you for so many years, even a stray cat would show more loyalty! He’d definitely take care of you and leave you something. How could you just refuse it?”

Passersby stared at me curiously, as if I were a child being scolded by her mom for a mistake.

My mind went completely blank. Was this really the Brandon I used to know?

He used to be so polite, speaking softly to me, so gentle and considerate. He’d never once lost his temper in front of me; even if I yelled at him, he’d just playfully try to win me over.

“Come on, babe,” Brandon said, seeing my dazed expression, and stroked my head. “Go talk to Mr. Price. Don’t give up your rightful share! We’re getting married soon and we still need to buy a wedding house.”

I was bewildered. Was that what I should ask for? My foster dad had raised me for so many years; I hadn’t even had a chance to repay him. Now that he’d found his biological daughter, I couldn’t bring myself to ask for anything.

“Brandon, I’ve already made it clear to Mr. Price. And I’m just his adopted daughter. I won’t bring this up to him again.”

“Then in your current situation, my mom won’t support me marrying you. We can’t get married.”

“Brandon, I’m marrying *you*, not your mom,” I said, a bitter laugh escaping me. “If your mom disagrees, then you won’t marry me, is that it?”

Seeing Brandon stand there silently, I turned and walked away.

“Hey, Sera!” Brandon called out from behind me. “Are you not coming to my place tonight?”

“No.” Tears welled up in my eyes; I didn’t want him to see me cry.

I went alone to a Michelin-starred restaurant for dinner. It seemed only good food could soothe my current mood.

Brandon and I met at my birthday party. My best friend had invited a few guys to celebrate with me. Brandon, tall and slender, stood out in his trench coat among the other guys. His gaze seemed fixed on me the entire time.

After the birthday dinner, he pursued me for three whole months. He treated my roommates and me to dinner, sent me flowers, and practically tripped over himself to bring us our packages every day. When I was sick, he stayed by my side day and night. That’s how I fell for his relentless charm offensive.

We dated for two years. I bought him clothes and changed his hairstyle. Gradually, he became trendier and more handsome. More and more women were throwing themselves at him, but he never looked at anyone else, always boasting to others that I was his personal glow-up specialist.

We were already engaged, and I still felt a little attached to him. I wandered the streets alone, unknowingly ending up near Brandon’s current apartment.

Under the streetlights, a tall, slender figure was holding a girl’s hand, clutching a woman’s designer handbag.

“Babe, my shoelace is untied.” The girl extended her foot.

The tall, slender figure immediately knelt down to tie it for her, saying, “Sweetheart, let me tie this other one for you too. Wouldn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself; it would break my heart.”

I don’t remember Brandon ever kneeling down to tie my shoelace.

I saw Brandon stand up and kiss the girl’s forehead. She linked her arm through his, and they laughed happily.

Brandon was renting in an old, rundown complex, with only a small path connecting it to the main road. I couldn’t avoid them.

When Brandon turned around, he met my indignant gaze. The two bubble teas I held in my hands felt awkwardly exposed.

“Sera, I thought you said you weren’t coming tonight,” he said, looking surprised.

“So, I’m not coming means you can find a new girlfriend, does it?”

“Sera, don’t overthink it. She was introduced to me by my mom’s friend.” He paused, as if finally gathering courage.

“You’re nothing now, and you refuse to ask your foster dad for money to buy a house. My mom also disapproves of our marriage. I can’t just hang myself on one tree, can I?”

I looked at the girl—no, woman, I should say. I estimated she was at least thirty; no amount of makeup could hide the years. The vintage Chanel bag she was holding? It was the one I’d given to Brandon’s mom, a special order, a limited edition.

Right in front of me, Brandon took the woman’s hand. “Monica’s family is quite well-off. She even bought a hundred-square-meter apartment. You know how much pressure there is in big cities these days; people are very practical. I had no reason to refuse her, did I?”

Oh, wow. A single apartment was enough for Brandon to fall for a woman significantly older than him. Brandon had once again successfully lowered my opinion of him. I must have been blind to agree to date him.

“Brandon, who is she?” The woman pointed at me, looking annoyed.

“She’s my ex-girlfriend, just a pathetic nobody. My mom didn’t approve of us getting married, but she still won’t let go.” Brandon’s gaze on my face grew arrogant.

“Well, well, well,” the woman said, wiggling her ‘snake-like’ waist, sizing me up lazily. “Her own mother doesn’t want you two to get married, so why are you, little girl, still shamelessly clinging to Brandon?”

My blood ran cold. Can a person change so quickly and be so shameless? Fine. His mom was right; he and I were indeed not from the same circle anymore.

“Brandon, who said I was clinging to you? If anyone’s doing the breaking up, it’s me, Sera Price. Listen closely: I, Sera Price, am dumping you, starting today.”

With that, I turned around and tossed the two bubble teas in my hand into a nearby trash can.

I called my driver, then got into my Rolls-Royce, heading back to my sprawling mansion.

“Mom, big sis is home!” my younger brother shouted excitedly towards the house.

Mom instantly rushed out. “Oh, Sera, you haven’t been home in so long, I missed you terribly!”

“After you were taken from us, your dad and I searched for you for twenty years until we finally found you. Can’t you come home every day to see Mom and your brother?”

My nose stung, and I hugged Mom, feeling tears well up. “Mom, I’ll come home every day from now on.”

“Good, you should. Your dad’s away on a business trip, but when he gets back, he’ll announce the return of the Kensington Group’s only daughter and hold a formal welcome ceremony for you.”

“Yeah, sis, Dad’s been calling every day, making sure I’m getting everything ready,” Leo chimed in, circling us.

It suddenly dawned on me that after my parents found me and we reconnected, I’d still been spending most of my time with Brandon, rarely coming home. I’d neglected them.

I didn’t dare tell my parents about Brandon and me; I didn’t want them to worry about me so soon after finding me.

“Leo, tomorrow, let’s go to Free Restaurant,” I said, hoping to soothe my empty heart with good food.

“Sounds good!”

It was the weekend, and even high-end restaurants were packed.

Leo and I walked straight in. The hostess skipped the waiting line and led us directly to a private table by the window.

My butt hadn’t even warmed the seat when a sharp voice pierced my ears:

“Excuse me, why do *they* get a window seat? Why couldn’t we sit there earlier?”

Holy crap, the person pointing at us was the ‘snake-waisted’ woman from yesterday, and across from her sat Brandon.

Brandon saw me too, and he saw Leo next to me.

He frowned, then snapped at the waiter, “Excuse me, how did those two get in without waiting in line? They must have snuck in, didn’t they? They’re not following the rules; you should kick them out!”

He deliberately shouted loudly, and the entire restaurant fell silent, customers craning their necks to look at him.

I was speechless. Seriously, did I have some kind of vendetta with him? I couldn’t even eat in peace.

“Asshole,” Leo muttered under his breath.

The waiter quickly walked over. “Sir, it’s like this: the customers you’re referring to are our Premium VIPs. Premium VIPs don’t need to queue.”

The hand pointing at us abruptly retracted, and Brandon immediately shrank back.

The ‘snake-waisted’ woman beside him asked, “How do you get a Premium VIP membership? Let’s get one too.”

“A Premium VIP membership requires over a million in spending within six months, or five million annually. Sir, would you like to apply for one?” the waiter asked Brandon, bowing slightly.

The ‘snake-waisted’ woman tugged on his arm, looking at him expectantly. “Honey, should we get one too?”

Brandon froze for a long moment, not daring to speak.

“Sir? Sir, would you still like to apply for the card?”