Fake Daughter Is The Real Legend (Iris Sutton) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 First Gift

Chapter 8 First Gift

Chloe dug her nails into her palms until the pain forced her to calm down.

A cake with someone else’s name on it?

Fine.

She didn’t want it anymore.

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More importantly, Richard and Eleanor were both watching her. She couldn’t afford to appear petty or jealous.

Chloe turned toward Iris and slowly looked her up and down before smiling sweetly.

“Of course,” she said gently. “Then Sister can have the cake. I’ll celebrate with my friends instead.”

Iris saw through her immediately but couldn’t be bothered exposing her.

Chloe glanced at the cake one last time before forcing herself to look away, convincing herself she was simply being generous.

Besides-

This newly returned biological daughter didn’t seem very impressive anyway.

Sure, Iris was beautiful.

But her clothes were from unknown brands, her style was plain, and she barely spoke.

Quiet.

Awkward.

Unpolished.

Their parents were only emotional because Iris had just returned home.

Once the excitement faded, they would naturally realize who truly fit the Noir family.

Chloe had grown up surrounded by elite society.

Her education, reputation, social circle, and accomplishments were things a girl raised outside the upper class could never compete with.

Sooner or later, Iris would learn something very important-

Being accepted as a true heiress required far more than blood ties alone.

Meanwhile, Richard’s attention remained entirely focused on Iris.

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Hearing Chloe say she planned to celebrate elsewhere, he nodded immediately.

“Alight. If you need anything, let me know.”

Chloe quickly regained her composure

Carrying her limited-edition designer bag, she lifted her chin and walked out of the villa gracefully

After Chloe left, Eleanor urged Iris to continue making her birthday wish.

The more she looked at Iris’s pale complexion and slender frame, the more her heart ached.

“Iris. you look exhausted,” Eleanor said softly. “Why don’t you go upstairs and rest for a while? I’ll show you your room.”

Iris truly was tired, so she allowed Eleanor to lead her upstairs.

The couple had specially prepared the brightest bedroom in the villa for their daughter.

But the moment the door opened-

Iris froze slightly.

The walls were painted a soft pale blue, while the furniture and light fixtures were crisp white. The overall design was clean, elegant, and surprisingly tasteful.

Richard immediately grew nervous when he noticed her silence.

“If you don’t like it, we can change everything,” he said quickly. “Don’t worry about the cost.”

The corner of Iris’s lips lifted faintly.

“No need,” she said softly. “Thank you, Mom. Dad. I really like it.”

Eleanor still had countless questions she wanted to ask her daughter, but in the end, she chose to let Iris rest first.

Soon, the couple quietly left the room.

The enormous bedroom fell silent.

Iris slowly scanned her surroundings.

Then her gaze stopped on a white folding door near the corner of the room.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

That door…

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Hadn’t been part of the original architectural plans.

Iris walked over and pushed open the folding door.

Her eyes widened slightly.

Behind it was a massive walk-in closet.

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Row after row of designer clothing stretched before her, meticulously organized by season, style, and color. Every section was labeled. Shoes lined illuminated shelves. Jewelry sparkled inside glass display

cases.

Everything was luxury.

Everything was brand new.

And nothing in the room looked like it had cost less than a thousand dollars.

The space resembled a high-end boutique more than a closet.

Her phone suddenly vibrated.

The caller ID displayed a single letter: Y.

“Iris, the final payment for those two design projects cleared this morning. I already transferred it to your account. Seriously, whoever that client was must have one lucky daughter.”

Iris finally understood.

A few months ago, someone had offered ten times the market rate and begged her to rush two interior design projects-a bedroom and a walk-in closet.

The client’s only request had been:

They’re for my long-lost daughter. I want everything to match modern tastes. Budget isn’t a concern.

She hadn’t expected the daughter to be herself.

That night. Iris slept more comfortably than she had in years.

After all, she was sleeping in a room she had designed herself.

When she finally woke up, darkness had already settled outside.

The long sleep left her refreshed, though her stomach was beginning to protest.

She slipped on her slippers and headed downstairs in search of food.

The moment she reached the first floor, she noticed stacks of shopping bags and gift boxes filling half the living room.

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