Trapped by On-Screen Words

Summary

At my eighteenth birthday party, Mom gifted her adopted daughter twenty percent of the company's shares.

I, on the other hand, received nothing but a cheap, laminated Model Daughter certificate.

My eyes stung, and the lump in my throat made it hard to breathe. I couldn't help but look at my mother and ask, "Mom, is this stock transfer agreement actually real?"

But in the next second, right in front of all the high-society guests, my mother lashed out at me.

"Marsha, you are my biological daughter. You need to keep your distance so people don't whisper about favoritism!"