The Heiress's Vengeful Return

They say blood is thicker than water, but in the Langford house, it’s just something you scrub off the floor. I was born a princess, raised a stray, and forged into a weapon by the very people who murdered my only friend. Now, I’ve returned to this gilded cage wearing a dead girl’s identity and a spy’s cold smile. Felecia thinks she’s the heir to a fortune, but she’s really just the guest of honor at a funeral I’ve been planning for eighteen years. I’m not here for a tearful reunion; I’m here to watch them burn from the inside out.