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"Figures. If she had parents to teach her any better, she wouldn't be this pathetic, groveling on the floor like a dog." The laughter around me buzzed in my ears. I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. "That's enough." Dad waved his hand and scowled. "We'll never see a dime from a pauper like her anyway. Have her beg for forgiveness and throw her out. I don't want her to bring misfortune to our family!" After hearing that, Mr. Brown hurriedly nodded. When he turned to look at me, his eyes were laced with venom. "Didn't you hear that? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Emerson!"

The handwriting, his appearance, and his ID were all a perfect match. I immediately presented more evidence. "Mom, Dad's been faking being poor for 30 years, but he's actually filthy rich. He doesn't need to work and has tons of money." I stared as Mom's shoulders trembled uncontrollably. Tears fell from her eyes like pearls slipping off a string. Dad only gave her a small allowance each month. She'd paid for my school fees by humbling herself repeatedly. Not only was she a cleaner for a wealthy family, but she even swept the streets and cleaned public restrooms. She never had a day off.

She seized our stepfather's hand and declared, "Mom, Dad, I want to be with you!" I, however, ran behind my grandfather and clutched his calloused hand. Across from me, Phoebe curled her lips into a mocking smile. I knew then—she must have been reborn, too. In our previous life, after Father died, we had faced this same choice. Phoebe had overheard at the funeral that Grandpa was a wealthy antique collector, so she chose him without hesitation. Before leaving, she even raised her chin proudly and sneered at me, "Soon I'll be enjoying life with Grandpa. As for you, just wait—you'll be stuck babysitting for our stepdad like some lowly servant."

"Your father was a filthy rich billionaire and a respected man in the country. I thought everything will be alright for me, I will be able to change my life form been poor to rich. If I got pregnant for him, but he rejected me when I told him about you, He refused me. He told me he's married, and he told me he's not interested in a child, but I don't care. I want to taste being rich, been among one of the powerful woman. He gives me money to abort. I refuse, thinking if I gave birth to you, He will change is fucking mind. Hell no He didn't You're my misfortune and my downfall

The voice sounded to me like that of Bryan which immediately increased my anger issue that time. " You have the luck that you have a rich dad " I answered immediately with a long hiss to him. " Daughter of a bastard that came out of a poor home" I immediately cried deep within me as I heard those loud insults from Bryan. Just because of poverty and bankruptcy I just sold myself as a deal for the billionaire.

“ Tell me, tell me everything, I want to know what kind of man my father was ?” “ Then, I will tell you from the beginning and I will tell you from when he turned into an evil. Your father and his elder brother loved the same girl, however that girl loved your father's elder brother and married him. He couldn't tolerate this, he thought that she married his brother only because he was more rich than him and that's how he started doing some illegal businesses in order to become rich. At that time, I even helped him because I thought your brother was right, I also believed that she married his elder brother only because he was rich, but I was wrong, because when he tricked her husband and drag

It read: Dear Quinn, I’m sorry. I know you must hate me right now, and you have every right to. But if I stayed, they would have buried me in silk and called it a wedding. I found Father’s ledgers a month ago. The payments. The names. The symbols written in red. We aren’t rich because of trade. We were never rich on our own. We’re rich because of them and they aren’t men, Quinn. They wear skin like costumes during the day. At night… they aren’t human. I heard one of them outside Father’s study. The sound it made didn’t belong to anything God created.

"I'm Immanuel Gonzales, sir, a lawyer from a small law firm. You can inquire about me through my clients who, I supposed, were some of your acquaintances. Just recently, I won a case for a businessman named Ernesto Lopez, you know him, I supposed, sir?" "Everybody knows him! I am not interested in your clients. How about your family, do you own any business, aside of course, from the fact that you are a practicing lawyer? To keep it simple, sir - do you have money that can match mine?" Imman did not even blink and showed the chairman that he was not bothered by his questions. He answered honestly, " Sir, I am not rich and I don't think that I could match your wealth. I came from an impoveris

“Simon, my clever boy, you have a point.” Zane chimed in, waving his hand dismissively, “Just give her two hundred bucks monthly. It isn’t even enough for a hat of mine. We wouldn’t want her starving, leading to another round of criticism aimed at us.” Simon patted Zane on the shoulder. “Dad, don’t be mad. I’ll soon bond with Sabrina Barnes, the billionaire. Once I snatch her wealth, you and Mom will be set for life.” Zane’s frown eased at this. “That’s more like it. She’s impressive—building her business empire from scratch. The Barnes Group wields much more influence than our Andrews Group. Speaking of which, Simon, that’s my boy for winning over such a catch.”

Dad said with a condescending expression. Yeah, here we go. Position, power, and wealth really did put him above the clouds. My father was so arrogant about his achievements as a general and his vast wealth. Old money like him should be humble, but he was the opposite. “We're just dating, so I don't really know how many businesses he has. All I know is that he owns an IT company called Pequira, which is listed as a Unicorn company and will soon rise to Decacorn status. I think you understand my explanation and can figure out how many billion dollars he earns every month. That's just one company, while he has various business octopuses that I don't know where they are. You can ask Leopold you