After Being Exploited by My Wealthy Parents, I Fought BackChapter 1
I was the long-lost daughter of the richest family in San Francisco.
When I found my biological parents, I thought I would finally experience the love and warmth of family. But instead, devastating news came—they had been kidnapped abroad.
Even after my parents gave their entire fortune to the kidnappers, they were still not released. The kidnappers demanded another million from me.
Every day, I received videos of my parents being tortured. My father and mother were bruised and battered, and my older brother even had one of his hands cut off. Desperate to save them, I worked tirelessly and sent money to the kidnappers, praying they would show mercy to my family.
One day, while cleaning restrooms at a high-end jewelry store, I saw them—my beloved family.
My parents were dressed in luxury brands, looking completely unscathed. They generously bought jewelry worth tens of millions for their goddaughter.
My brother, Julian, both hands perfectly intact, was smoking a cigar and boasting to his friends, "I have a long-lost idiot sister. We've been playing her like a fool."
I stood frozen in the doorway of the restroom, watching them walk past me.
Dressed in my janitor's uniform, they didn't recognize me. They didn't even glance in my direction.
But I recognized them. Yet, I didn’t dare approach.
Was it really them? Weren’t they kidnapped? Why were they here, unharmed?
Unless...
It was all a lie.
A deception carefully orchestrated by my own family to get rid of me.
I looked at their goddaughter, surrounded by their love and attention, and felt a bitter ache in my heart.
Twenty years ago, I got separated from my parents.
I was picked up by Aunt Zamara, a humble bathhouse worker who raised me on her meager salary.
Meanwhile, my biological parents adopted another daughter to fill the void, showering her with love and luxury.
When I finally returned, I thought I would receive the same affection. I thought they would love me.
I never expected that they never considered me part of their family.
"Rianne, today is your birthday. Pick anything you like," my father said cheerfully.
Rianne, their goddaughter, feigned modesty with a delicate expression. "Dad, now that my sister has returned, my birthday shouldn’t be celebrated so extravagantly anymore."