The Farm Girl\'s Billionaire Secret

te Montana ranch after my ill-advised crypto-s

f a tech mogul, was serving time for

a working phone, and to beg my

hoveling and broken fences, f

g, a sleek black Escalade cr

reflection of me, introducing herse

o vague family stories, had

ocking reunion, one

to her opulent, yet startli

mering dresses and tailored suits,

rd Harrison, and her mean-girl daught

er voice dripping with disdain at

as he demanded, "Get this.

that I was "the one we lost," I was me

et their attitude toward me only hard

posedly searching for me for two decade

or me, the daughter they supposedly yearned

ng celebrated, was now their dirty s

charity case; I was a gen

es, a thought solidified: if they wanted a "farm girl" wh

and I was just