Part 2The Billionaire's Bastard: How I Crashed the Reading of the Will

The cold mountain wind whipped past, making the hair on my arms stand straight up.

It felt like every single headstone in the deep woods had a pair of eyes staring right at me.

I braced myself and walked into the funeral home.

The service was over, and the guests had completely cleared out.

The only people left in the massive room were the sugar daddy's three legitimate children, discussing the final legal wrap-up with a lawyer.

"According to Mr. Sterling's final will and testament, his remaining liquid assets, totaling two hundred million dollars, will be divided equally among the three of you."

Two hundred million! That's so much money!

No wonder my mom was so psychotic about it.

No wonder she spent over a decade jumping through hoops trying to score a payout.

And today, my job was to demand one-fourth of that two hundred million.

Fifty million dollars!

My palms were sweating profusely.

Who would ever willingly let a bastard child from a mistress walk away with that kind of cash?

It looked like a severe beating was absolutely guaranteed.

I just hoped they wouldn't hit me too hard.

I had AP exams tomorrow, and I still needed my hands to write...

As I was having a mental breakdown, the division of assets began.

Sitting at the head of the table was the eldest sister, Victoria Sterling. She had just swept the Oscars and was currently the highest-paid actress in Hollywood.

Even a simple, solemn black dress couldn't hide her breathtaking, absolute beauty.

Her slender, manicured fingers took the legal document, skimmed it for one second, and tossed it carelessly to the middle brother.

"This is it? Is this really worth wasting my time?"

The second child, Ethan Sterling, was wearing a crisp white shirt and black slacks. Silver-rimmed glasses added a touch of maturity to his surprisingly boyish face.

He kept his eyes glued to his laptop, typing furiously, not even glancing at the piece of paper worth two hundred million.

"I have no use for money like this."

I had heard of him. He was the country's most brilliant young innovator, absolutely dominating the high-tech aerospace sector.

He really didn't need the money. Everything he did was funded by massive government defense contracts.

The piece of paper fluttered over to the youngest brother, Liam Sterling.

His long, articulate fingers pinched it, and then he casually ripped it in half.

"Two hundred million is worth drafting a will over? Just donate it to charity."

Liam radiated a casual, ruthless, cutthroat aura. For a guy who permanently resided on the Forbes Billionaires list, two hundred million simply wasn't worth the time it took to process the paperwork.

The older sister and brother raised an eyebrow, neither objecting.

Seeing that the lawyer was about to start drafting a charitable donation agreement, I weakly raised my hand in the air.

"Um... excuse me... sorry to interrupt..."

The moment the words left my mouth, the three legitimate heirs and the lawyer—four pairs of eyes—locked dead onto me.

My scalp went completely numb.

The lawyer spoke up. "May I help you, miss?"

I swallowed hard, speaking as carefully as humanly possible. "I'm sorry, I... I'm here to fight for the inheritance..."