My Nanny Mom, The Billionaire
Language: en
On my eighteenth birthday, I was kicked out of the Davies mansion. The true heiress, Tiffany, smugly watched me, her arm linked with the parents who once showered me with affection. Mrs. Davies scoffed, "Stella, the DNA results are in. You're Maria, the nanny's, daughter. Tiffany's back now, so get lost. You make me sick." I stood at the villa gates, soaked to the bone. Tiffany ripped off my jacket, a cruel smile playing on her lips as her fingernail dragged across my cheek. "Fake is fake, always will be. I'd rather shred this jacket and use it as bedding for a stray dog than let you wear…