All dotes on my Wife: Billionare's bossy love

Jules' biological sister, Rue Vaughn, was her spitting image–but they lived completely different lives. Jules had been abducted at birth, and after being tossed from family to family, she’d ended up with her current adoptive parents. But they had gotten into a car accident a month ago, and their hospitalization costs were ridiculously high. Then, Jules’s birth parents had appeared out of nowhere, claiming they could cover the fees for her adoptive parents–if Jules gave the Vaughns a bone marrow transplant for their youngest son, who had leukemia. Since she looked identical to Rue, she also couldn’t show her face around. Her birth mother, Lexi Howard, had said, Rue’s mastered piano, calligraphy, painting, and both song and dance. She’s the beauty of Boston. And Jules just a country girl who’ll never shine–much less on stage. But to get the cure for her adoptive parents, Jules had gone along with the humiliation. In Boston, she’d normally apply shoddy makeup on purpose, but she hadn’t thought it was necessary to bother with it at all for this late-night delivery. She hadn’t expected to be recognized, much less at her biological father’s hospital, so the only choice left was to pretend she was Rue and cough up the five thousand dollars for the operation. Jules returned to her apartment, exhausted. As she turned her pants upside-down, a black, diamond-shaped diamond ring fell out of her pocket. A man had probably dropped it into her pocket, but who he was?"