The Disowned Daughter And Her Revenge Empire
Language: en
I’ve been a contrarian since I was in diapers. At the Saint Jude’s Group Home, I was the undisputed queen of the "Well, Actually." When a girl in my dorm flaunted a red hair ribbon, claiming it was "imported French silk," I didn't join the chorus of oohs and aahs. I just narrowed my eyes and leaned against the doorframe. "It’s synthetic polyester, Sarah," I said, my voice dripping with boredom. "Your arm is literally turning pink from the cheap dye. Stop acting like you’re wearing Chanel when you’re wearing a chemical fire hazard." When a senior finally got into a local community college…