Five Years Old, Billionaire Bound

I was five years old when my dad traded me to a dying billionaire.

He called me his lucky charm, a living prophecy, and in return, I got a mansion, a trust fund, and a fancy title: "Madam Chair" of a multi-billion-dollar foundation.

I grew up navigating the opulent halls, an outsider in a gilded cage.

My only real connection was with Ms. Chadwick, the formidable chief of staff, and the quiet, observant Wesley.

But my twisted stepsister, Jennifer, refused to let my past stay in the past.

She, along with my opportunistic father, saw my position as their ticket into the Blakely empire.