At twenty, my birth parents brought me home, then stuck me in a storage room.
My adoptive sister burst into tears, insisting she’d give up her bedroom for me.
But my mother shot me a furious glare.
"How dare you try to take her room? You’re so shameless!"
I ignored her, covered my nose with a silk handkerchief, and turned to the butler.
"How much is this house worth?"
“Two hundred million dollars.”
I smiled and texted my adoptive father.
“Dad, this place is disgusting. Buy me the mansion next door.”
