The Three Hundred Dollar Heir

Summary

Of the three Harrington children, I was the one they kept in the dark.

My older sister, Victoria, was groomed from private school to the boardroom, perpetually running the family conglomerate. Tristan, the polished boy they had adopted before they ever knew I was alive, spent his evenings at charity galas and country clubs, smiling for photographers.

Then there was me. The biological heir they had finally tracked down after twenty years in the Appalachian backwoods, rough-edged and smelling of damp cedar.