She Drowned Me, I Bankrupted Her Instead

When I was five, my sister pushed me into the raging river. She did it because our baby brother had been born, and she was afraid I would steal the attention that belonged to him. After the accident, she stopped eating and drinking. She cried so hard that she could barely speak. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t keep an eye on him, and he accidentally fell into the river.” My parents felt sorry for her. They set up a special fund in her name and showered our little brother with even more love. Twenty years later, the two of them inherited the family business and became the brightest stars in the business world. Meanwhile, I was swept downstream and somehow survived. From that day on, I survived by collecting bottles, sleeping under bridges, and fighting stray dogs for scraps. Somehow, I clawed my way out of that life and eventually became River City’s real estate tycoon. At a bidding conference one day, I spotted the name of a familiar company. These were the very people that had once been my family. I casually picked up my pen and crossed its name off the list. “Something about that company gives me a bad feeling. I don’t like the look of it. I’m not doing business with them.”