Destroying My Pick Me Teacher
Language: en
I’ve been the center of the universe since the day I drew my first breath. When I was one, my father bought me a literal chateau in France, telling me I would always be his little princess. By the time I turned three, my mother had launched a luxury children’s wear line named after me, plastering my birthday portraits on billboards from New York to Paris. Even my older brother, the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar tech conglomerate, doted on me to the point of absurdity—he was the kind of man who’d let me ride on his back in the middle of a high-stakes gala if I asked. Growing up in that kind…