I Only Talk To Dead Billionaires

Summary

In the celestial waiting room, standing in the queue for reincarnation, I saw a baby crib encrusted with real diamonds, destined for the country's wealthiest family. Without a second thought, I elbowed my way to the front and jumped right into their golden lineage.

But wealth, I soon learned, comes with a brutal price tag.

By the time I was almost a year old, my parents were dangling solid gold bars in front of my face, testing me.

"Sweetheart," they’d coo, "when you finally speak, are you going to say 'Dada' or 'Mama' first?"

In my first life, I said "Mama" first.