I Want My Birthright.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Melvin, or the man who looked exactly like Melvin, asked and turned towards Leonica, his cold and emotionless gaze scanning her body before settling on her face. "Y-you're," Leonica took a step back, her entire face scrunched up in disbelief. "How are you..." She couldn't bring herself to ask how he was alive. Each word that came past her lips came in the form of a stutter or jumbled up nonsense. The lookalike laughed, and Leonica caused her brain for automatically thinking this lookalike, this fraud, was her brother. He wasn't. He couldn't be. "You look pretty shocked kid sis, that isn't any way to welcome your big after so long." "Who are you?" Leonica asked, schooling her expression. She wasn't so easily going to fall prey to this stupid prank. That's right, this most certainly was one of Rodrigo's schemes. He must have gotten someone to get a face job to look exactly like her dead brother. All because... She paused and her mind placed two and two tog