When The Unwanted Genius Breaks The Contract

I was brought back to the wealthy Booth family after spending my life in a Midwest slum.

But less than a month later, my Wall Street fiancé slammed his keys on the table to break off our engagement.

"Brittanie is the one I actually love. Ghetto trash like you isn't worthy."

Brittanie, my parents' beloved adopted daughter, deliberately threw herself onto the rug and cried that I had pushed her. Without a second thought, my biological mother demanded I apologize or she would cut off my trust fund.