I was born bad, with wickedness running through my veins.
My adoptive mother played favorites, giving the only chicken leg to my little brother, saying he needed it to build his strength because studying was hard.
I nodded, then turned around and strangled the last hen in the house before tossing it down the well.
My adoptive parents were furious. They punished me by refusing to feed me and even planned to sell me to the butcher in town as his wife.
I set fire to the butcher’s pigsty, making him go bankrupt overnight.
After that, nobody dared take me, so my adoptive parents locked me in the woodshed and tried to starve me to death.
Fine. Then none of us gets to live!
I dumped a handful of poison into the village water supply, leaving the whole village vomiting and in chaos.
When my billionaire birth parents finally came looking for me, the village chief led everyone in kowtowing to me three times.
My adoptive mother clung to my mom’s leg, crying and sniffling as she said:
“This girl has a heart of black. Your family is rich and powerful, so you’d better keep a close eye on her!”
My mom thought she was just venting.
That was until we got home, where the adopted daughter she’d always cherished stood in a princess dress, looking pitiful as she pointed at me.
“Big Sister, I know you just got back, but the yacht Dad had custom-made for me is arriving next week. You’re not going to try to take it from me, are you?”
