My Cheating Ex Regrets Losing The Heiress

For years, Elvera lived as the despised charity case in the cramped Wright household.

When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out.

Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse.

Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs.

They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack.

But then a roaring, matte-black supercar pulled up.

The man who stepped out wasn't a street thug; he was her real brother, an FBI task force commander.

He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons.

Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in.

"Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe."

Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin.