Part 3The Billionaire's Bastard: How I Crashed the Reading of the Will

By the time I snapped out of my daze, I was completely surrounded.

The three legitimate heirs were all exceptionally tall, striking, and radiated an intimidating aura of elite privilege.

Compared to them, in my cheap, faded high school uniform, I looked like a pathetic, stunted weed hiding in the corner.

I was so terrified I was on the verge of tears.

Just because they didn't care about the money didn't mean they'd be happy tossing it to their father's mistress!

I started shivering. "N-never mind... you don't have to give me anything..."

Could you guys maybe just lend me two bucks... so I can catch the bus?

I covertly glanced up, but the sheer, oppressive weight of their presence made me flinch.

Forget it, forget it. It's only a twenty-mile walk down the mountain.

I can walk it...

I slowly began inching my way toward the exit. I had barely taken two steps when Victoria grabbed me by the collar of my jacket and effortlessly hoisted me back.

"Tsk. Too light. She's practically nothing but bone."

Victoria flipped me around, inspecting me from head to toe, her gorgeous face filled with absolute disgust.

"First, we need to put at least twenty pounds on her. You have to be well-fed to be healthy."

"Her hair is dry and full of split ends—needs intense deep-conditioning treatments. Her face is sunburned—needs medical-grade serums."

"Her uniform is frayed, her shoes are the wrong size, and the zipper on her backpack is broken."

"Replace it, replace it all! Everything has to be replaced!"

She whipped out her phone and dialed her personal celebrity stylist. "Height: 5'3", weight: 90 pounds. I need a complete wardrobe from head to toe, ready immediately."

"Who is it for?"

Victoria's tone suddenly became incredibly cheerful and bubbly. "For my little sister, obviously!"