My Family Sold Me for $7 Million. I Owned Their Building

"My family called me a curse.

The day I was born, my father's company nearly collapsed. They shipped me off to my grandmother and forgot I existed—until they needed a daughter to sell.

Eighteen years later, they dragged me home, kicked my bag across the marble floor, and tossed me a debit card with $15,000.

""Marry Victor Warren. Take the money. Disappear for good.""

I signed their agreement. I walked into their boardroom. I let them sneer at my dusty sack and call me insane.

Then Adrian Hawthorne picked up the deed that fell out.