The Real Daughter's Secret

I’m the biological daughter. She’s the one who was switched at birth.

Honestly, if you’d told me this is how things would turn out, I would’ve laughed right in your face. But here we are—turns out, real life is way crazier than any novel. The kind of story that would make a daytime talk show audience gasp and clutch their pearls.

After my five brothers found out the truth? Blood ties? Meant nothing.

They rolled up their sleeves, started fighting to see who was in charge, and all crowded into the heroine’s room…

You want to ask what happened next? Yeah, I figured.

Don’t ask.

Some things, you just don’t want to know.

Trust me, there are scenes burned into my brain I’ll never unsee. Some stories are better off unspoken—especially in this house.

So, in this reverse-harem, group-pampered novel—yeah, it’s that genre—I have five older brothers and a younger sister. The heroine.

My dad? He’s the idealistic, ambitious type—a businessman who prides himself on being cultured.

He named my five brothers after virtues. Noble. Loyal. True. Stead. Fair.

But Dad never expected that every single one of my brothers would end up rebellious through and through.

They trashed the whole point of their names.

If you could see our family’s group chat, you’d know: those names are just punchlines now. Dad’s idealism didn’t stand a chance against five wild sons.

Big brother Noble Grant: domineering and unpredictable. Second brother Loyal Grant: always scheming, always moody. Third brother True Grant: sharp-tongued—wicked, even. Fourth brother Stead Grant: extravagant, wasteful, you name it. Fifth brother Fair Grant: overbearing and fiercely protective.

And then there’s the heroine—my little sister, the one who got switched at birth.

Her name? Hope Grant.

Seriously, what a name.

It practically screams she’s supposed to be the chosen one.

Hope Grant, the heroine, is surrounded by my brothers 24/7, soaking up their affection like it’s her job.

Honestly, she’s got more backup than a quarterback on homecoming night. If affection was currency, she’d be a billionaire by now.

Just a regular, boring morning. Seven of us at the breakfast table.

Five brothers, one heroine, and me—the one who, honestly, should be hiding under the car, not sitting at the table.

But my dad always insisted, family should stick together.

Of course, he wasn’t even here.

So I was left to deal with this circus all by myself, day in, day out.

I was sipping my milk when someone under the table hooked my leg with their foot.

Startled, I quickly jerked my leg back and glared at Loyal, who was already causing trouble before breakfast.

Nice job, genius. The heroine’s right next to me.

Second brother Loyal’s face darkened. He let out a huff and shifted the way he crossed his legs.

His movement was too much, and—bam—he accidentally kicked third brother, who was mixing medicine for the heroine.

Third brother True clutched his waist and—of course—spilled the medicine all over the floor.

True gritted his teeth, glaring at Loyal:

“Loyal, is your brain underdeveloped or what? What’s wrong with you, can’t even control your legs?”

Honestly, these are family scandals that should never see daylight.

Third brother’s insults? Always about moms. It’s a whole thing.

Second brother let out an annoyed “tch”:

“True, you talk about moms all the time. What, you don’t have one?”

Third brother: “I don’t have a mom, do you have two?”

Second and third brothers were born to my dad and a pair of twin sisters. On the same day.

There was a blackout, and in the darkness, their moms couldn’t tell them apart.

They themselves couldn’t tell who their real mom was.

They’ve been fighting over it ever since.

But there’s one thing they agree on: they’re both hopelessly in love with the heroine.

The heroine coughed weakly. “Cough, cough…”

Right on cue, the heroine coughed weakly.

Fourth brother Stead frowned, looking worried. “Hope, are you okay? Want to rest today?”

Stead frowned, looking worried.

He pulled out a Yeti thermos and poured the heroine another cup of cold medicine.

“Why isn’t Hope feeling well? Don’t you all know why? Seriously?”