After My Rebirth, I Destroyed the Wealthy Family That Ruined Me
I aced my finals, top of the entire damn city. The day the local news came to interview me,
my biological parents showed up.
Last time, I was stupid enough to think my hardscrabble life was finally over. Instead, I
stepped right into hell, and it ended in a
goddamn tragedy.
That adopted sister made my life a living hell,
my own twin brother treated me like dirt, and
my so–called parents? They were just plain disappointed in me. Then, I accidentally walked in on the adopted sister and my twin brother doing some nasty shit, and I ended up at the
bottom of the lake.
But now, I’m back, bitch. And I’m not gonna be
a doormat for this family. I’m gonna hit back
twice as hard. This time, nobody will stop me
from having a life worth living
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Cameras flashed, blinding me. The “click–click-
click” was deafening. Then I saw them: two
faces, familiar but distant. My biological
parents. Rich as Croesus.
That socialite woman in a designer dress
yanked me into a hug. “Olivia, my darling girl,
we’ve finally found you!”
Behind her, the guy who looked like a slightly
older version of me gave me a soft, paternal
smile.
Last time, their little dog–and–pony show in
front of the cameras threw me for a loop. My
interview turned into some rich–people reunion
special. I was too shy, too afraid to speak up. I
followed them home like a goddamn lamb to
the slaughter.
That conniving Harlow bitch, my adopted sister,
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was terrified I’d steal her parents‘ love. So, she
teamed up with my twin, Jake, to ice me out. At
home, they accused me of being a thief and a
liar. At school, they sicced their cronies on me.
And my parents? They didn’t believe a word I
said.
Then, after I stumbled upon Jake and Harlow
doing the nasty, they silenced me for good.
Made it look like I ran off to Europe with their
money.
Now, seeing them again, I yanked myself free
and told the reporters, “I’m sorry, but my only
family
was my
grandpa. He’s gone now. I don’t
have any family.”
The cameras swung my way.
My mom started crying, grabbing my hand.
“Why, Olivia? I’m your mother. Why won’t you
acknowledge me? Do you know how long we’ve
been looking for you? You were stolen from the
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I ripped my hand away. “You’re rich. You’re
loaded. You could’ve hired the best goddamn
detectives. Why now? Why when I get the best
score in the city?”
My dad stepped forward. “We have been
looking for you, honey. We only got a lead
recently.”
I stared him down. “You already adopted a
daughter. Why bother with me? Just because
I’m smart? You want to show me off? I’m here
to make you look good?”
“If you’ve been looking for me all these years,
why didn’t I see my face on any milk cartons?
Why wasn’t I on the evening news?”
I pointed to the three birthmarks near my left
eye. “These things are pretty noticeable. Was I
really that hard to find?”
The press went wild, shoving microphones in
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their faces. “Mr. and Mrs. Sterling, could your
elaborate on your search for your daughter?”
