The Fifty Dollar Billionaire Heiress

Summary

Ever since I was little, I held a single, unshakeable belief: you only get thrown away if your market value drops too low.

A foster kid bought for fifty dollars in cash? She can be beaten whenever the mood strikes.

A prize-winning livestock pig bought for five thousand? You hire a vet the second it starts coughing.

The math was simple. As long as a person stayed expensive enough, nobody would ever dare discard them.

So I spent my entire life frantically increasing my net worth.