Return Of The Sports Tycoon's Ultimate Heir

Chapter 9

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“For twenty-two years, I had believed I was the biological daughter of the wealthy Chapman family. Yet despite that, I was always treated like an outsider while they showered Jenna with love and attention. After a family dinner, Jenna deliberately threw herself down the stairs and cried that I had pushed her. My parents didn't even ask for my side of the story. My father coldly threw a DNA report on the desk and declared that I wasn't their biological daughter after all, and that Jenna was. They stripped me of my belongings, locked me in a dark storage room overnight, and kicked me out the next morning. They handed me an address for my supposed "real" parents, claiming they were ordinary working-class people, then tossed me a few dollars as a final act of charity to get me out of their sight. I couldn't understand how twenty-two years of family ties could be erased by a single fake tear. Even after I smashed a priceless vase to prove Jenna had never actually injured her ankle, they still looked at me with pure disgust. They threw me away like garbage just to protect the daughter they believed was truly theirs. But when I took the bus to the address of my supposed "poor" biological parents, I didn't find a run-down house. Instead, I found a sprawling estate. And standing inside was the billionaire tycoon behind Montgomery Sports Group. In his hands was a new DNA report showing a 99.999% probability of a biological match. "Welcome home, Madisyn," he said, his eyes rimmed red. "We've been searching for you for twenty-two years."”