The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 151 Confessions in The Diary

Contents of the diary:

Twenty years ago, I was just a small-time businessman, trying to build a better future for the family. That’s when the greed kicked in, and I made the worst mistake of my life.

Diane gave birth to a baby girl—chubby cheeks, bright eyes, just adorable. I’ve never been the kind of man who favors sons over daughters, so I was genuinely happy. Since it was a C-section, she had to stay in the hospital for five days.

Stella from the Lewis family gave birth to a daughter at the same time. Back then, the Lewis family was already a big name, and their business influence was huge. I figured, growing up in that kind of household, a kid’s future would be set.

That’s when I crossed the line. Before Diane was discharged, I secretly swapped the two babies. Which means... you’re actually the real daughter of the Lewis family. And Amelia is our biological granddaughter.

All these years, I’ve barely slept well. Guilt ate me up inside. I tried so hard to be good to you, to make up for the wrong I did. Watching you grow up, getting prettier by the day, I was terrified Diane and Elliot would start noticing something. But they didn’t. They loved you too much to even question it.

You really are a Lewis by blood—quick learner, smart as a whip. That made me proud, even in my guilt.

One day, Geoffrey came to see me about arranging a marriage. I was confused—why not go to the Lewis family? After all, Amelia’s my real granddaughter. But I had my own selfish reasons. Then Geoffrey hit me with something that stopped me cold—he said the Lewis daughter wasn’t their real child, that someone must’ve switched them.

The Lewis family eventually figured out that Amelia wasn’t their biological daughter, and all my secret scheming fell apart. Since my real granddaughter lost that opportunity, I made sure the Shaws grabbed it.

Maybe that’s just fate, Megan. If the swap never happened, you’d still be a Lewis. And you’d still end up marrying Tristan.

It all came full circle. You were raised as a Shaw, but married into the Reids anyway.

That’s destiny.

Lately, my memory’s been slipping in and out. Sometimes I feel like someone’s following me. But maybe it’s just karma catching up. I did too many wrongs to expect peace now."Grandpa wrote this down today for two reasons. First, to finally tell you the truth about what happened back then—maybe it’s his way of making up for it. Second, he hopes you can forgive him one day.

He knows he robbed you of your real family for years. He’s sorry, Megan.

He didn’t have the courage to face the Lewis family and admit what he’d done, so he’s telling you like this—selfish, yeah. But if you can’t forgive him, he gets it. He deserves whatever comes.

You can ask Oliver to do a paternity test—Lewis family’s been looking for their kid all these years, too.

I’m sorry, Megan.

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Megan closed the journal, her hands trembling a little, her mind all over the place.

The truth she’d been chasing these past few days turned out to be so cruel. The grandfather who doted on her all her life... turned out to be the one behind it all.

To protect his own interests, he’d ripped her from her real parents right after birth. Her own mother had ached for her ever since.

But even now, hating him felt impossible. After all, the Shaw family had treated her like one of their own. Other than Bernard, none of them even knew the truth—just like her, they were victims too.

Tristan noticed her lost expression and gently pulled her into his arms, one hand softly rubbing her back.

He didn’t speak, just stayed by her side.

After a long while, she lifted her head to look at him, "Tristan, Grandpa said Amelia and I were swapped. But Bernard once told me Amelia wasn’t really part of the Shaw family either. So... where’s their real daughter?"

Tristan squinted. "Looks like someone meddled again. The real Shaw daughter must’ve been switched out a second time. I’m guessing even Mr. Shaw had no clue."

Megan stayed quiet for a bit, then said, "I want to see Grandpa."

Just that one word—"Grandpa"—and Tristan knew she’d decided to forgive him, even if what he did wasn’t something anyone could easily forgive.

He nodded silently, then drove a discreet black Volkswagen out of the estate, heading to the location Brandon had sent him.

The car rolled into a hotel owned by the Lewis family. They headed straight for the top-floor penthouse suite.

The entire floor was closed off, packed with serious-looking bodyguards in black suits standing guard.

At the sight of Tristan, the guards opened the door, letting them through.

Inside, Brandon was checking over Bernard, who seemed to have finally regained consciousness.

Seeing them walk in, Brandon smiled. "Tristan, Megan. You made it."

Megan stepped forward. "Bernard."

Behind gold-rimmed glasses, Brandon’s eyes softened. He opened his arms, wanting to hug the little sister he’d never really gotten the chance to show much love to.

But just as he was about to pull her in, a tall figure shifted between them and gently tugged her to the side.