The One Year Maid Daughter
Language: en
My eighteenth birthday. Ivy, my twin sister, received company shares, a luxury car, a villa... Me? I received a DNA test result slip proving I wasn't their biological daughter. Victoria, my mother, smiled—a chilling, distant smile. “Eliza, since you aren't our flesh and blood, it’s only fair that you repay us for the seventeen years of expenses we incurred raising you.” Richard, my father, scoffed. “Effective today, you’ll be the household maid. We’ll credit you five hundred dollars a month toward your debt. No room and board.” I didn't question how this was possible when Ivy and I were…