Gold Digger
Language: en
I’m the kind of person who forgets where they came from the second they lay eyes on a dollar sign. The moment I found out I was a long-lost heiress to a fortune, I scrubbed my phone of all the discount shopping apps and unceremoniously dumped the broke "boy toy" I’d been keeping on a budget. He actually pulled out a fistful of crumpled, expired coupons, begging me not to go, pleading with me not to abandon him. But the "fake" heiress—the daughter who had taken my place—caught us in the act. She immediately spun a web of filthy lies to our newfound parents. “I saw them with my own eyes,…