“For three years, I was the Hendrix family's obedient adopted daughter and the secret genius keeping their biopharma company afloat. But when their biological daughter Carley needed a kidney, my adoptive father strapped me to a table in an illegal underground clinic. "This is your only chance to repay the Hendrix family for taking you in." They drained my bone marrow and carved out my kidney without enough anesthesia. Carley stood at the top of Manhattan high society, smiling as she claimed my biomedical patents as her own. My adoptive brothers cheered for my death, calling me a worthless charity case who finally made herself useful. I died on that freezing operating table, butchered by the very people I had desperately tried to please. I gave up my medical school scholarship and made their company ten times what they spent on me. Why did my absolute loyalty only buy me a brutal death? Opening my eyes again, I was back at age twenty, locked in their freezing wine cellar after Carley framed me for pushing her into a fountain. This time, I didn't beg for their forgiveness. I shattered my adoptive brothers' bones, threw a one-million-dollar buyout check in my adoptive father's face, and walked out into the pouring rain to reclaim my true identity as the sole heiress of the billionaire Jefferson dynasty.”