The Wife of a Billionaire Whore

rents' house. The door was left ajar, and the waves of delighted laughter from inside made Isabella's heart throb. "That bitch Isabella shoul

started her career in showbiz two years ago after gaining popularity in a TV show. Before all

r parents, who had always been distant and stern with her. However, yesterday, she was told a jaw-dropping fact. She and Samantha had been swapped after they were born. The odd atmosphere at home in the past week now makes sense to Isabella. Everyone had known the truth, but as someone whose

s way of expressing reluctance to let her go. Isabella felt so wistful at that moment and made up her mind that Mr. and Mrs. Thompson would always be her parents, no matter what happened in the future. She did not care that they had taken the wrong baby back then and that she was not related to

a third-class university. I don't think that the Lang family would recognize a girl like her as their daughter." No one from the Lang family has shown up yet. Their attitude toward her can't be more obvious." Mom and Dad are foresighted and have be

ence that Isabella had grown used to. What she said sent a chill down Isabella's spine. "She raised me and spent 20 years with me. Even if I were just a pet, there should have been a deep bond between us,' Isabella thought in disb

ever seen such a tender and loving expression on her face before. It occurred to Isabella that her mother could be tender and loving. She just didn't want to be tender and loving to her. Mrs. Thompson then said with a sigh, "Sammy, Mom and Dad should apologize to you. If we were

o. I know every choice you made was in my best interest." I don't blame you. I love you, Mom and Dad. I'm actually glad that the Lang family found out my true identity. I can come back to visit you often now." Both Mr. and Mrs. Thompson were reduced to tears by her words. Mrs. Thompson

d in a girlish voice. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson looked at Sammy with adoring smiles. She was the daughter who had their blood. As for Isabella, they had never given a fig about her. Isabella was sad at first. Then she felt it was ironic. At that m

he left the neighborhood, a silvery-gray Rolls-Royce drove past her. Isabella paid no attention to it, but that car slowly pulled over in front of her. She stop

the man had sharper facial lines. She looked down at her feet and replied with a nod, "Yes, I am." The man knitted his brows in irritation and asked with a sneer, "We asked to see you and the Thompsons in