The Billionaire's Secret, Their Fury, Our Fight

Jing Yue

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The sterile hospital room smelled of disinfectant and my mother' s fading life, her hand a fragile anchor in mine. Then, a bombshell dropped: Mr. Sterling, the tech mogul plastered on magazine covers, was my biological father. My mother's dying breaths were a desperate plea to him: "Promise me you'll take care of her." He promised, just as the machine flatlined, leaving me an orphan. Thrown into his opulent world, I faced his glacial children, Olivia and Liam, who saw me as an unwelcome stain on their perfect lives, a "charity case," a "problem." Their disdain was a constant torment, especially when Tiffany and her clique at the elite boarding school used my illegitimate status to bully me relentlessly. No one helped. I was utterly alone, humiliated, my mother's death still raw, the world an unbearable weight. But when a fight in the hallway escalated, and I was blamed and abandoned, something inside me snapped. I was a castaway, drowning in their world, until Olivia and Liam returned, their cold indifference replaced by a terrifying, protective rage. They shattered Tiffany's bullying reign with brutal efficiency, and for the first time, I felt a strange, fierce belonging. In the aftermath, they revealed their own gilded cages, their dreams crushed by the same man who was now my father. Their pain became my purpose, their silent suffering a call to arms. They offered me a weapon, a chance to fight back for all of us: "Be our weapon, Chloe. Let us teach you." And in that moment, I knew I would learn their world, master their rules, and turn their father's own game against him.

Family Adolescence Revenge Billionaires Personal growth

Chapter 17

01-06 21:02

Introduction

The sterile hospital room smelled of disinfectant and my mother' s fading life, her hand a fragile anchor in mine.

Then, a bombshell dropped: Mr. Sterling, the tech mogul plastered on magazine covers, was my biological father.

My mother's dying breaths were a desperate plea to him: "Promise me you'll take care of her." He promised, just as the machine flatlined, leaving me an orphan.

Thrown into his opulent world, I faced his glacial children, Olivia and Liam, who saw me as an unwelcome stain on their perfect lives, a "charity case," a "problem."

Their disdain was a constant torment, especially when Tiffany and her clique at the elite boarding school used my illegitimate status to bully me relentlessly.

No one helped. I was utterly alone, humiliated, my mother's death still raw, the world an unbearable weight.

But when a fight in the hallway escalated, and I was blamed and abandoned, something inside me snapped.

I was a castaway, drowning in their world, until Olivia and Liam returned, their cold indifference replaced by a terrifying, protective rage.

They shattered Tiffany's bullying reign with brutal efficiency, and for the first time, I felt a strange, fierce belonging.

In the aftermath, they revealed their own gilded cages, their dreams crushed by the same man who was now my father.

Their pain became my purpose, their silent suffering a call to arms.

They offered me a weapon, a chance to fight back for all of us: "Be our weapon, Chloe. Let us teach you."

And in that moment, I knew I would learn their world, master their rules, and turn their father's own game against him.