Pretending Foolery in Wealth

Summary

When my billionaire father died suddenly, my stepmother and stepsister moved into the master suite and treated me like excess baggage.

At sixteen, terrified they’d steal my inheritance, I played the brainless, spoiled princess who couldn’t tell a contract’s front from its back.

Rose tossed legal documents at me. I flipped two pages, tears streaming. “These words might know me, but I don’t know them.”

When she urged me to sign away my rights, I clung to her neck. “You’re the best sister ever. You’d never lie to me, right?”