The Billionaire’s Sister
My favorite doll company just dropped a limited-edition ball-jointed doll, and I was ten thousand dollars short on the deposit. So, I whipped out my phone and tapped on my chat with my older brother, Damien.
[Hey, Damien! Quick, I need ten thousand dollars to welcome the newest member of our family! Xoxo]
Ten minutes later, my phone finally buzzed. I checked it with a massive grin on my face, but my usually doting brother’s reply was out of character.
[You’re way too young to be a homewrecker. Just wait until I get you. You’re going to get what's coming to you.]
I was confused. I was just starting to wonder if Damien’s account had been hacked when a furious pounding rattled my front door. As soon as I opened the door, a strange woman barged in and slapped me across the face.
“You’re the one who clings to my boyfriend and begs him for money, aren’t you? Oh, you want thirty thousand dollars? How about I buy you a cemetery plot instead? How about I throw a whole funeral for you?"
I held my burning cheek, unable to believe what was happening. So, this was my brother’s girlfriend?
Well, congratulations. You just threw away any chance of ever marrying into the Fischer family.