They Raised a Real Heiress to Be a Monster

I was born lucky. A psychic told my adoptive parents my fate was tied to great wealth, so at three, I was taken from the orphanage and delivered to the Cole family.

Back then, the Coles were just entering high society. They treated me as their lucky charm, spoiling me endlessly—and over the next fifteen years, their fortune soared, making them one of New York’s most powerful families.

Raised as their charm, I grew fearless and sharp-tongued, with a famously bad attitude.

Then my biological parents, the Vances, found me. They were minorly rich compared to the Coles, but hey—free inheritance. I reluctantly agreed to visit.

But when I arrived, no one greeted me. The whole family was crowded around a crying girl—the one who’d taken my place.

“Stella, don’t cry,” her mother soothed. “No one can replace you. You’ll always be our most precious daughter.”

I rolled my eyes. “God, this is annoying. That whining is worse than nails on a chalkboard.”