Seven Years Of Exile, I Return To Claim What's Mine

Synopsis

Everyone knew that Spark and Tasha had a daughter who was the apple of their eye, but no one ever imagined she was actually switched at birth, a fake heiress all along. When I, their true daughter, was finally brought back home, what greeted me wasn't the family love I'd always hoped for. Instead, I got a bank card with a $30,000 monthly allowance and a one-way ticket across the ocean. My birth parents, trying to be as dignified as possible, made sure nothing would stand in the way of the daughter they'd spoiled all these years. They thought throwing money at me could make up for all those lost years and could buy them a clear conscience. I accepted everything they gave me. Every holiday, every special occasion, whenever they sent their guilt money, I stashed it away, never touching a dime. For seven years overseas, I buried myself in my studies, living off nothing but bread and library books. I spent countless nights in the library, and when I dipped my toes into the finance world, I started making waves. It wasn't until Joyce had her third baby that Tasha called me, saying, "Can't you at least come home once?" I just chuckled and told her I was swamped. Her silence on the other end let me know that the time had finally come. They never imagined that the quiet, withdrawn girl they so easily sent away all those years ago had already sharpened her claws. The guilt they tried to bury under piles of cash would soon become the very steps I'd use to reclaim everything that was rightfully mine. The Grant family owed me, and it was time for them to pay up with interest.