My Billionaire Parents Raised Me Poor

Summary

New Year’s Eve. For the third year in a row, my parents had left me alone in the house, chasing that sweet triple-time pay.

Thinking about the last twenty years of quiet, solitary holidays, I couldn't bear the thought of another cold night alone. I packed up a container of homemade lasagna and set out to find them.

I didn’t expect to see them, the couple who always preached about saving every dime, stepping out of a black Range Rover, laughing and hand-in-hand with a girl my age, before disappearing into the gilded entrance of The Grand Metropolitan.