Meanwhile, at the luxurious Mera Mansion…
In the grand living room, the glow of the chandelier reflected against the pristine marble floor. Seated on the velvet sofa, Mr. Mera leaned back, his expression sour as he loosened his tie.
"Adrian with his military nonsense… and Samantha with her concerts and flashing lights," he muttered, voice heavy with irritation. "Not a single one of my children cares about the company. Do they not realize someone has to inherit it someday?"
Across from him, Mrs. Mera lounged with perfect elegance, scrolling through her tablet, not even glancing up.
"Both of them are successful in their own right," she said flatly. "Adrian's practically a war hero, and Sammy… well, she's the popstar of the generation. The public worships her."
Her husband groaned, running a hand through his graying hair.
"Exactly! That's why she's perfect! If Samantha becomes the heiress, our company will gain more influence than ever before. Her fame, her face—it's good for business."
He leaned forward, voice dropping with calculation.
"And besides… plenty of influential men have their eyes on her. If we choose wisely, her marriage could benefit this family for decades."
Mrs. Mera finally set the tablet down with an exasperated sigh.
"Marriage? Now? I'm busy preparing for my campaign. I don't have time for such things."
She waved him off like swatting away a fly, then added sharply,
"You handle the children. I'll handle the presidency."
Her husband chuckled, moving behind her to massage her shoulders.
"Yes, yes, Madam President," he said with a sly grin, clearly enjoying the idea of his wife running the country while his empire grew through their daughter.
Later, at a dimly lit bar across town…
Adrian Mera sat at a corner table, dressed in civilian clothes, his military dog tags glinting faintly under the bar lights. He read the message from his little sister on his phone:
"Adrian… Dad wants me to quit being a popstar. He wants me to be the heiress instead. What about all the blood, sweat, and tears I poured into chasing my dream? *sad emoji*
He sighed, then typed back, "Sammy… maybe it's time you think about the family. You've had your fun. Don't forget filial piety."
With that, he tossed his phone aside and picked up his whiskey glass. A slender girl wearing only lingerie slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck with a teasing smile.
Adrian smirked lazily, letting her drape herself over him. The family drama? That could wait. Tonight, he had his own distractions.
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Little did they know… Sammy was no longer around.
While the Mera mansion glittered under golden chandeliers, her father spoke of marriage alliances and company succession, her mother brushed him off for her presidential campaign, and her brother sipped whiskey far away, all unaware of one thing:
Their precious daughter had already disappeared from this world.
.....
When Sammy's eyes fluttered open, she was wrapped in the softest silk sheets she had ever felt. The bed beneath her was absurdly huge, like something out of a royal palace. A faint golden glow filtered in through thick velvet curtains, casting long shadows across the room's antique furniture. Everything reeked of elegance—and mystery.
She groaned, clutching her head.
"Ugh… where… what hotel is this? Did I faint?"
Her voice stopped her cold. It was higher. Softer. Younger.
Wait. That didn't sound like her.
Heart hammering, she pushed herself upright and staggered toward the dressing mirror by the wall, feet sinking into the plush carpet. Each step felt heavier than the last. And when she finally looked up—
She froze.
Staring back wasn't Samantha Cervera Mera—the radiant popstar idol who conquered stages and ruled headlines.
It was a boy. A kid no older than twelve, with silver hair that caught the light like spun moonlight, wide ocean-blue eyes, and cheeks still round with baby fat.
Her breath caught.
"W-Wait… who's this chubby kid? Why do I look so—so small?!" She stumbled backward, hands gripping her face, as if peeling it off would bring back her real one.
Then the final, most horrifying detail slammed into her like a truck.
"…and WHY THE HECK AM I A BOY?!"