My mother was sent to a mental hospital as a substitute for the daughter of a rich family, but I let the rich family beg me to come home.

I know my birth was a mistake.

My mother stood in for a wealthy heiress. After not finding love, she orchestrated my conception and was sent to a mental hospital.

Before she passed away, she held my hand and said, "Don't be like me, Adeline. You need to live a life more brilliant than mine."

Later, as I huddled in the corner clutching expired bread, four men stormed in with eyes burning red.

My financier father handed me a platinum card. "Five million a month as an allowance, but don't expect me to call you daughter."