My Mother Planned My Millionaire Revenge

Summary

My stepsister, Gemma, always loved flaunting everything she had stolen from me, especially when the whole family was watching.

It was our annual family memorial day, a humid afternoon when the relatives gathered at the old estate. She caught sight of my new trench coat and immediately lunged, grabbing me by the collar.

"Cora, isn't this the exact jacket I bought last week?" Gemma sneered, her voice carrying across the lawn. "Honestly, copying my style is one thing, but with a face like yours, any outfit is a lost cause."