Chapter 1

After ten years in the foster system, my family finally found me. I thought it was a dream come true, but I quickly learned my place. I was the workhorse who paid for my perfect twin sister Kristen's life, while she was the golden child they were proud of. The only good thing I had was my boyfriend, Jason.

Then, at a party I was catering, I overheard my parents plotting with his. They were arranging for Jason to marry Kristen, saying I had too much baggage and was damaged goods.

Minutes later, in front of everyone, Jason got down on one knee and proposed to my sister.

As the crowd cheered, my phone buzzed with a text from him: "I'm sorry. It's over."

When I confronted them at home, they admitted the truth. Finding me was a mistake. I was just an embarrassment they had to manage, and they had done me a favor by giving Jason to Kristen.

To silence me, my sister threw herself down the stairs and screamed that I had pushed her. My father beat me and threw me onto the street like trash.

As I lay bruised on the sidewalk, my parents told the arriving police I was a violent attacker. They wanted to erase me, but they were about to find out they had just started a war.

Chapter 1

The memory of being lost was a blur, a chaotic swirl of bright lights and loud noises from the amusement park. I was four. For ten years, the foster system was my life, a series of strange houses and colder shoulders. Then they found me. My family.

The Grahams.

For the first few months, I walked on eggshells, desperate for the love I had imagined for a decade. I gave them every dollar I earned from my two jobs, hoping to buy my way into their hearts. They called it my contribution, my way of repaying them for the years of searching.

My twin sister, Kristen, didn't have to contribute. She was the golden child, the one who was never lost. She went to a top university, her future as bright as my own was dim.

I thought I had one good thing in my life. Jason. My boyfriend. He was kind, or so I thought. He held my hand and told me my past didn't matter.

Tonight, I was working a catering gig at a lavish garden party. It was for a family Jason knew, the kind of people with old money and perfect teeth. My own parents were here, mingling effortlessly. I saw them laughing with Jason's parents, a perfect picture of suburban success.

I was in the background, a ghost in a black and white uniform, refilling champagne flutes. I tried to catch Jason' s eye, but he seemed to be avoiding me. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach.

Then, I ducked behind a large, manicured hedge to grab more glasses and I heard their voices. My mother, Alice, her tone light and conspiratorial.

"Jason is such a wonderful boy. So ambitious. A perfect match for our Kristen."

I froze, the heavy tray of glasses suddenly feeling weightless in my hands.

"He was a little hesitant," my father, the Colonel, said, his voice a low rumble. "Worried about... appearances."

"Of course," Jason' s mother, Mrs. Griffin, chimed in. "But we convinced him. Kristen is the daughter-in-law we always wanted. Polished. From a good family."

My own family. But they weren't talking about me.

"And Faith?" Jason' s father asked, a touch of concern in his voice.

Alice laughed, a sound like ice chipping. "Oh, don't worry about Faith. She's... had a difficult life. She' ll understand. She' s not exactly suited for a family like yours. All that baggage from the system."

"It's for the best," the Colonel stated, his tone final. "Jason knows Kristen is the right choice. He's just doing what's necessary to secure his future."

The world tilted. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't move. I could only listen as they finalized the details of my replacement.

A few minutes later, the music softened. Jason walked to the center of the patio, a microphone in his hand. He smiled, a charming, practiced smile that I now saw was completely hollow. My mother and father stood beside him, beaming.

Kristen glided to his side, her dress shimmering under the party lights. She looked exactly like me, but perfect, unbroken.

"Kristen," Jason began, his voice amplified for everyone to hear. He dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me?"

A gasp went through the crowd, followed by a wave of applause. I stood behind the hedge, paralyzed, watching my life fall apart in front of a hundred smiling strangers.

My hands started to shake uncontrollably. The tray slipped. Glass shattered on the stone path, the sound drowned out by the celebration.

No one noticed.

They were all cheering for Kristen, for Jason, for the perfect couple. My parents hugged Jason's parents. Kristen held out her hand, a massive diamond catching the light.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from Jason.

I'm sorry, Faith. It's over. My parents think this is for the best.

That was it. Ten words to erase our history.

I turned and ran. I didn't know where I was going. I just ran, away from the laughter, away from their perfect, curated world. The black and white uniform felt like a cage.

I finally made it back to the house, their house, hours later. My key scraped in the lock. The living room was dark, but I could hear their cheerful voices from the kitchen.

They came into the hall, their faces flushed with champagne and victory.

"There you are," Alice said, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "You missed all the excitement."

Kristen wasn't with them. She was probably still celebrating with her new fiancé.

I looked at their happy faces. The betrayal was so complete, so casual.

"I want my money back," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

The Colonel's smile vanished. "What did you say?"

"I want every dollar I ever gave you. For Kristen's tuition. For her car. For this house." My voice grew stronger. "I want it back."

Alice scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous, Faith. That was your contribution to this family."

"What family?" I asked, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "The family that sells me out for a better model?"

"You are being dramatic," the Colonel said, stepping forward. He was a big man, and he used his size to intimidate. "You were never a good fit for Jason. We did you a favor."

"A favor?" I repeated, the word tasting like poison. "You destroyed me."

"You were already damaged when we found you," Alice said, her voice sharp and cruel. "We gave you a home. We gave you a family name. You should be grateful."

"Grateful? For what? For being your workhorse? For sleeping in the smallest room while Kristen got a new bedroom set every year?"

"Kristen deserves it!" Alice snapped. "She is a constant source of pride. You are a constant reminder of a mistake."

"The mistake of losing me?"

"The mistake of finding you," the Colonel said, his voice flat.

The words hit me harder than a physical blow. I had clung to the hope that deep down, they loved me. That they were just... flawed. But there was no love here. There was only resentment and calculation.

I remembered something the social worker told me when they were located. The police report said the search was called off after two years. They had moved on. They had started a new life, a perfect life with their one perfect daughter. Finding me a decade later was just an inconvenience they had to manage.

All the years I spent dreaming of them, they spent forgetting me.

The rage that had been simmering for years finally boiled over. It was a hot, cleansing fire, burning away the last of my pathetic hope.

"You didn't look for me," I said, my voice trembling with fury. "You stopped looking after two years."

Alice' s face went pale. "Who told you that?"

"It doesn't matter," I said, a wild, broken laugh bubbling up from my chest. "I know. You left me to rot."

"We did what was best," Alice said, dropping the act. Her face was a mask of cold fury. "Kristen needed a normal life. She didn't need the shadow of a lost sister hanging over her."

"So you gave her my life," I whispered. "You gave her my boyfriend."

"She was better for him," the Colonel stated simply, as if it were a business transaction. "It elevates the family. You should be happy for your sister."

Happy. They wanted me to be happy.

I looked at these two people who shared my blood. They weren't my parents. They were my owners. And they had just traded me in.