The Cold-Blooded Heiress’s Revenge

I was the biological daughter they finally brought home, but I suffered from a severe, life-threatening peanut allergy.

On my very first day back, my father set a brutal house rule: everything we wanted—from clothes to food—had to be decided by drawing cards.

Only drawing the Ace of Hearts would get you what you asked for.

For two years, I never drew it once. Meanwhile, Olivia, the adopted daughter, got the Ace of Hearts every single time.

On the night of my worst allergic attack, my throat swelled shut. I knelt on the floor, begging them for my EpiPen.