The Billionaire’s Long-Lost “Doormat”
Language: en
I was the village punching bag. Anyone who felt like it could take a shot. But every single person who bullied me ended up crippled, one way or another. My foster mother, who called me a "bastard" and tried to sell me, was struck dumb. My foster brother, who locked me in the pigpen, was swarmed by the hogs and left paralyzed. My foster father, who stole my money, lost a hand in a gambling den. And the mayor’s son, who wanted to play a “stripping game” with me, lost the one thing that made him a man. When my wealthy birth parents finally came looking for me, the butcher knife in my hand was…