My Billionaire Mother Loves Me Best

Summary

I was a hopeless, unapologetic mama’s girl.

The irony, of course, was that my childhood had been a masterclass in maternal cruelty. For as long as I could remember, I had bent myself into impossible shapes just to earn a single, fleeting smile from the woman I called mother. What did I get in return? Screams, bruises, and the bitter taste of constant rejection. I never understood why she harbored such a visceral, bone-deep hatred for me.

Until a sleek black town car pulled up to our dilapidated porch, sent by the ultra-wealthy Carlisle family.