The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Heiress

After eighteen years of being abandoned in a miserable wasteland, my wealthy biological mother suddenly showed up in a Rolls-Royce to bring me back to their Long Island estate.

But she didn't come out of love. She only needed my direct bloodline to secure their family trust fund before a board meeting.

The moment I stepped into the mansion, my parents and brother demanded I bow down to Charissa—the fake daughter they had raised in my place.

Charissa wore my clothes, spent my money, and even used a master key to sneak into my room at 2 AM to dig through my bags. When I caught her, she deliberately played the victim, crying hysterically to my family.

My biological father slammed the dining table in fury, threatening to cut me off completely.

"If you cannot conform to our standards and maintain our public dignity, you will not see a single dime from this family!"

My brother yelled that I was an uneducated, violent savage who belonged in the gutter.

They actually thought I was just a desperate, illiterate country girl begging for their table scraps. They thought their pathetic wealth could force me to bend the knee to a parasite whose real father was currently rotting in federal prison.

What they didn't know was that I had only come to settle a biological debt.

As Abram Davidson—the most powerful billionaire in Manhattan—personally tracked me down to their front steps in his Maybach, my so-called family was about to realize exactly who they had just offended.