The Queen's Reclaiming Her Own

My name is Jenny Scott. When I was twenty-three, I received a phone call that changed my life. The voice on the other end claimed to be Harry Lincoln, saying he was my biological father. Mary Shawn's voice carried a deliberately gentle tone, inviting me to return to the Lincoln family to acknowledge my roots and become the true eldest daughter of the Lincoln family. My knuckles whitened as I gripped the phone. Eighteen years in an orphanage had long since numbed me to the word 'family.' Before heading to the Lincoln family, I had someone check into their background. The Lincoln Group is worth tens of billions. The family has one son and one daughter—the eldest son, Kevin Lincoln, and the adopted daughter, Vivian Lincoln. As the car entered the Lincoln family villa compound, I saw Kevin Lincoln standing at the gate. He wore a bespoke suit, his brows and eyes brimming with undisguised hostility, as if scrutinizing an intruder. "Ms. Scott," he handed me a document, his tone icy, "this is an agreement to voluntarily waive your inheritance of Lincoln Group shares. You must sign it before you can enter this house." I glanced at the terms of the agreement and found them laughable. "Young Master Lincoln," I met his gaze head-on, "I am the daughter of the Lincoln family. Inheriting the shares is my rightful claim." Kevin Lincoln's face darkened, and the lawyer behind him stepped forward. "Ms. Scott, Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln have already agreed to transfer part of the shares to Ms. Vivian Lincoln. You have no right to interfere." Suddenly, I smiled and pulled a copy of the forensic report out of my bag. "Do Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln know you're not their biological child?" Those words hit like thunder, turning the surrounding servants' faces pale. Kevin Lincoln's pupils shrank sharply as he reached out to snatch the report from me. "What nonsense are you spouting!" I stepped aside and tore the agreement into pieces. As the paper scraps fluttered down, I looked at his pale face. "I have plenty more proof that you were switched at birth fifteen years ago." The villa's front door swung open, and Mary Shawn supported Harry Lincoln as he walked out. Seeing the scene before her, Mary Shawn's voice held just the right amount of panic—she had long known Kevin Lincoln wasn't her biological son, but she never expected me to produce the proof so quickly, let alone dare to expose it in public. "Jenny, Kevin, what are you doing?" Kevin Lincoln immediately wore a wronged expression. "Mom, Ms. Scott is slandering me, saying I'm not your biological child!" I sneered coldly and handed the original Forensic Report to Harry Lincoln. Harry Lincoln's hands trembled as he flipped through the report, while Mary Shawn's face turned pale at just the right moment, hiding a trace of calculation in her eyes—she knew this day would come eventually, but in front of Harry Lincoln, she had to pretend to be shocked and devastated. The air seemed to freeze, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the wind. "This... this can't be..." Mary Shawn muttered, her eyes shifting nervously, her act flawless. I knew from the start that this acknowledgment of kinship was a war. Mary Shawn had long held the script, wanting me to be a disposable pawn on her chessboard. In the end, I still moved into the Lincoln family villa. Mary Shawn arranged for me to stay in the penthouse—a lavishly decorated yet cold space. She wanted to appear conciliatory but feared I might get too close to the center of power, threatening Kevin Lincoln, whom she had carefully groomed. At dinner, Vivian Lincoln wore a white dress, looking like an innocent little white flower. She served me some food, her voice soft and sweet: "Sister, I've always taken your spot before. Please don't be mad, okay?" I didn't take her chopsticks, replying calmly, "One can never take a spot that doesn’t belong to them." Vivian Lincoln's eyes immediately turned red. She lowered her head and sobbed quietly.