The Corporate Drone Turned Heiress Went on a Rampage

Summary

I envied the CEO’s sister Rachelle, whose desk neighbored mine. While I slaved 9-to-9 for 3K/month, she earned 300K doing nothing. She could even throw wine at investors—her brother made me apologize.

Then the Clarkes learned Rachelle wasn’t their blood. I was.

“They’ll see you as an intruder,” my friend warned. “And your brother’s obsession with her is psychotic.”

I shrugged. “Who returns to wealth just to beg for love?”

But if they dared give Rachelle even one share of mine—then we’d have a problem.