No Longer Dying For Cheap Love
Language: en
I was the biological daughter the Winslow family lost eighteen years ago. The System told me that in order to survive, I needed only one thing: genuine acceptance from my family. For three months, I tried to become whatever they demanded. When my father told me I had to prove my worth before I could earn a seat at the Winslow table, I went to his corporate dinners, drinking glass after glass of scotch on his behalf until my stomach lined with ulcers and hemorrhaged. When my mother complained that I was unrefined and unpresentable, I practiced posture and etiquette until my knees were…