The Heiress They Left For Dead

ords hung in the stale

d. A rental car... it went over the side. We believe your parents

a blank slate. He was saying more things, something about the

enty years ago, in another life, I did. I screamed until my

raise my baby sister, Stella. I' d saved every penny, a mountain of sacrifice that amounted to $50,000. I gave it all to h

ittering Manhattan penthouse, the clinking champagne glasses, t

en I s

othes that cost more than my car. They were hugging a young man in a tail

er voice dripping with a pride I had never

was their true son, swapped with me, the daughter of some tech billionaire named Andrew Blakely. They faked their deaths

crifice, had been a l

d, just stood there. She watched as I

I had whispered,

smelling of grease and poverty." She waved a dismissive hand a

gged me away. She didn't flinch when they pushed me into a dark al

aw was her turning

at me with pity. The baby was crying in the other room. Not Stella. I knew that now. Th

d in my stomach. It was

yself, the words a silent vow.

the first time, I let a single, c

." I let out a choked sob, a perfec