The Heiress Returns

At eighteen, I found myself caught up in one of those ridiculous rich-family reunion dramas.

Tears filled my birth mother's eyes. "Daughter, come home with us!"

A girl in a white dress supported her arm, looking at me with feigned warmth and concern.

"Little sister, Mom is already so upset. Don't make her angrier. Come home with us."

Looking at her features, so uncannily like my adoptive mother's, I sneered. "Who are you calling your sister? Get lost!"