They Stole My Billionaire Allowance

Summary

My mother made five million dollars a month running her real estate empire overseas.

My monthly allowance was exactly ten dollars.

My father fought for me, throwing plates and screaming until the word "divorce" hung over our home like a threat. My older brother, Pierce, once slipped me a crumpled fifty-dollar bill under my pillow with red, swollen eyes. He was caught and took fifty lashes with my father’s heavy leather belt as punishment.

So, whenever the hunger pangs hit—sharp, twisting claws in my stomach—I directed all my hatred toward my mother.

I hated her cold, arbitrary cruelty.