My Brothers Say I'm the Real Heiress, But on My First Day Home, the Fake Heiress Attempted Suicide

"I'm a Blind Girl, But I Never Imagined I Was the Long-lost Billionaire's Daughter My brothers found me begging on the streets. They brought me home, promising to take good care of me. But on the very first day, the fake daughter attempted suicide. Everyone rushed to her side, taking her to the hospital, leaving me alone at home. After that, the fake daughter kept having accidents, and all evidence pointed to me. Everyone despised me. Until one day, I was kidnapped. The kidnapper called my oldest brother, demanding a ten-million-dollar ransom. He scoffed on the other end of the line: "Lily, what are you up to now? I don't have time for your games." At that moment, I felt utterly hopeless. But when I climbed to the rooftop, the kidnapper panicked. "Girl, you're going to off yourself? Hey, have you considered my feelings?" 1 When I woke up, I found myself tied to a chair. Being blind, I couldn't see anything, but I could smell the damp, musty air around me. I tried to move my limbs, and the chair creaked. Then, I heard footsteps. "Awake?" It was a deep male voice, sounding young but dangerous. I didn't dare move or respond. He didn't bother with small talk. A hand gripped my neck, forcing my head up. I tilted my head back but had no idea where he was, my gaze vacant. After a moment, he asked, "Blind?" I closed my eyes and let out a soft "Mm-hmm." His grip loosened, and after a pause, he said, "Blind or not, don't expect any pity from me. I'm going to call your family now. You'd better do as I say, or I'll kill you!" I nodded obediently and said, "Okay." I don't know what he did next, but I assume he took my phone, unlocked it with facial recognition, and called the top contact in my list. After a brief dial tone, I heard my oldest brother's voice. He sounded casual and slightly annoyed: "Hello? What is it now?" Kidnapper: "Is this Alexander James? I've got your sister. You have two days to get a million dollars, or I'll kill her!" Alexander was silent for two seconds, then scoffed: "Nice act. Tell her that it's Rosalie's birthday tonight. If she doesn't come back, she shouldn't bother coming back at all." Then he hung up. The kidnapper seemed incredulous and asked me, "Who's Rosalie?" I was at a loss for words, unsure how to explain. Rosalie James was the adopted daughter of the James family. When I was very young, I was kidnapped by my family's enemies and sold to human traffickers. My mother was devastated by the loss of her daughter and became mentally unstable. To comfort her, my father adopted Rosalie from an orphanage and changed her birthday to match mine, convincing my mother that she was me. Over time, everyone seemed to accept that she was me, the pampered little princess of the James family. It wasn't until my parents passed away that my father, on his deathbed, told my brothers to find me. The day I returned home, my brothers surrounded me, calling me "Rosalie" over and over...