The Three Hundred Dollar Lie
Language: en
Prologue The day my biological father sent me to a reality TV bootcamp, the production crew already had the trending hashtag written out: "Billionaire Father Sends Spoiled Son to Farm to Cure Affluenza." For the first meal, the producers deliberately served hard, dry cornbread, fully expecting to film the "rich kid" throwing a tantrum over peasant food. But while the other cast members grimaced and put their food down, I grabbed the basket and started stuffing my face, unable to stop. The live stream comments ripped into me, calling my acting pathetic. The host saw me shivering as I…