My Fiancé and the Sister I Raised Replaced Me With an Heiress
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For ten years, Clara Vance ghost-created every blockbuster fragrance for Thorne Empire while raising her orphaned sister, Mia. She hid her burn scars and let her fiancé, Julian, take the spotlight. But when Julian brings home a glamorous heiress to be the new 'face' of the company, Clara watches her world crumble. Mia calls the heiress her new role model, and Julian demotes Clara to a mere lab assistant. They think she is a dependent, damaged woman who will quietly accept her replacement. They don't know she secretly patented the ultimate formula under a pseudonym—and she's about to bankrupt them all.
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Chapter 1
The crystal vial on the marble countertop caught the morning light, casting fractured rainbows across the kitchen island. Clara Vance did not look at the rainbows. Her eyes were fixed on her own hands—the thick, puckered tissue that mapped the backs of her knuckles, the shiny, pale scars that crept up her wrists and vanished beneath the cuffs of her modest silk blouse. Ten years ago, she had plunged those hands into the roaring flames of their childhood home to pull her little sister out of the inferno. The doctors had told her she would never have full mobility again. They were wrong. She had forced her fingers to work, to hold pipettes and blend essential oils, to build a billion-dollar fragrance empire from the shadows. Today was Mia’s nineteenth birthday. For six months, Clara had worked in secret, blending and re-blending, discarding hundreds of test strips to create the ultimate bespoke fragrance for her sister. She called it *L’Aube*—The Dawn. It was a masterpiece of white iris, crushed green leaves, and a heart of rare Madagascar vanilla. It was a scent meant for a girl stepping into womanhood, a girl Clara had raised with her own blood, sweat, and ruined skin."Clara, tell me the caterers are setting up the mimosa bar on the terrace." Clara looked up as Mia Vance swept into the kitchen. At nineteen, Mia was flawless. Her dark hair cascaded in perfect, salon-styled waves, and her designer tennis skirt swished around her legs. She looked exactly like a Juilliard prodigy ought to look: expensive, untouched by hardship, and entirely self-absorbed."Happy birthday, Mia," Clara said, her voice steady and warm, keeping her scarred hands resting casually on the counter. "The caterers will be here in an hour. But before the chaos starts, I wanted to give you this."Clara nudged the crystal vial across the marble. Mia stopped texting on her phone and blinked at the bottle. The eager light in her eyes instantly dimmed. "Perfume?" she asked, her tone flattening. "You’re giving me perfume? Clara, I live with the ghost-creator of Thorne Empire. Our bathrooms are literally overflowing with perfume.""Not this one," Clara said gently. "This is custom. I’ve been working on it for half a year. It’s formulated to your exact skin chemistry. It’s a completely unique scent, Mia. Nobody else in the world will ever have it."Mia picked up the vial, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the glass. She didn't open it. She didn't smell it. "It’s… in a plain bottle," she noted, her lip curling slightly. "No label. No gold filigree. It looks like a lab sample.""The beauty is in the formula," Clara explained, fighting the tight sensation in her chest. "The top note is white iris. It represents—""Yeah, that’s great, Clara, really," Mia interrupted, setting the bottle back down with a sharp clink. "It’s just… well, I thought Julian was going to talk to you. I told him I needed a car. A Mercedes G-Wagon. All the girls in my string quartet have SUVs. How am I supposed to roll up to Juilliard smelling like a garden but taking an Uber?""Julian and I agreed that a luxury SUV isn't practical for Manhattan," Clara said, her stoic demeanor firmly in place. "And you don't have your license yet.""I could get a driver!" Mia groaned, throwing her hands up. "God, you are always so stingy. Julian is the CEO of a massive company. You guys literally just banked fifty million on the summer launch, and you’re handing me a plain glass bottle of homemade juice?""That 'homemade juice' took hundreds of hours to perfect," Clara said, her voice dropping a fraction of an octave. "And the summer launch was successful because of my formula.""Julian’s marketing," Mia corrected quickly. "Julian is the face. He’s the one who sells it. You just mix things in the basement."
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