The Foster Daughter's Vengeance

We were four foster girls, raised by the Albright family.

Mrs. Albright had one goal: to train the most exceptional one among us to marry her son, Brandon.

The other three girls—Clara, Lena, and Isabella—learned flower arrangement, mastered etiquette, and practiced how to charm Brandon.

But me? I studied finance, management, and how to drain Albright Industries from the inside.

Brandon found me intriguing, a new kind of game.

He cornered me against the wall, a condescending, knowing smirk on his face.

"Playing hard to get, trying to make me think highly of you?"