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When I was six, the biggest bully in the orphanage accused me of stealing his cookies. Everyone pointed fingers at me, calling me a thief. I was mute, so I couldn't say a word to defend myself. The director threw me into the pitch-black isolation room: no light, no sound, just four walls to "reflect on my crime." Blade in my fist, I lunged; I meant to pop the bully's eyes like marbles so they could stare up from my palm and finally see the truth. He was scared out of his mind and finally confessed that he'd set me up because he was worried I'd get picked by some rich folks. That day, a rich guy showed up at the orphanage looking to adopt. After hearing the whole story, the guy took one look at me and decided I was the one. Overnight, I turned into the heiress of the Wilson family.