When Good Things Come
Language: en
My millionaire father believed in raising me the hard way. To build my endurance, he made me walk twelve miles to school. To teach me frugality, he made me eat the dog's leftovers. To strengthen my body, he made me wear nothing but a thin shirt in the dead of winter. I followed every one of his cruel rules without question. Because he was my father. Then came the school fundraiser. I begged him for a little money to donate. He slapped me across the face and told me to earn it myself. When I didn't donate a single cent, the teachers and students branded me, the daughter of a tycoon, as…