The True Heiress Talks to Cats

Two months after my billionaire biological parents brought me back from the sticks, Tiffany, the adopted heiress, decided it was time to make her move.

She stood in the middle of the living room in tears, clutching a ruined haute couture gown slashed to ribbons.

"Aria, I know I’m just adopted. I could never compare to you," she sobbed. "If you hate me, you can hit me or yell at me. But why did you have to destroy the birthday gift Mom and Dad got for me?"

Dad, Mom, and Julian immediately looked at her with heartbroken eyes before turning their glares on me, furious.