The Heiress Cuts Their Paychecks

Summary

I had been a prodigal daughter since the day I learned how to breathe.

Fine jewelry without asking the price tag, private boutique suites cleared out before the doors were unlocked to the public. My mother had always said that wealth was meant to circulate like running water—if it sat stagnant, it rotted. So, to ensure I could spend without a second thought, she took in three wards from ambitious backgrounds, grooming them to run our empire and generate wealth for me.

For years, they played their parts to perfection. They doted on me, anticipated my every whim, and would have pulled down…