They called me the ugly graduate, and my family cut me off overnight—no calls, no apology, no inheritance, just silence

confused by the way the room had suddenly gone quiet.

“Do you know her?” he asked.

I smiled, slow and calm.

“More than you think.”

Then his billionaire father stepped closer, studied my face for one hard second, and said one word.

“Aureon.”

My father went white.

My mother grabbed the edge of the table so fast her glass shook. Sarah stopped breathing. A minute continue reading …