A fake poverty that my parent build for me novel

A Fake Poverty that My Parent Build for Me Boom ! Boom ! The cars engine revved again .

But this time , the college security guards reacted swiftly , pulling the keys from the ignition and dragging the driver out of the vehicle .

It was Celline .

She let out a deranged laugh , her eyes brimming with madness .

You all deserve to die ! Hahaha … Her gaze locked onto me , seething with venomous hatred .

Naomi ! Youre the one who deserves to die the most ! A chill ran down my spine .

The police arrived moments later , arresting Celline , while Dad was rushed to the hospital .

Thankfully , his life wasnt in danger .

But his right leg had been severely fractured .

The doctors said he might never walk properly again -he would either need crutches or a wheelchair for the rest of his life .

Three days later , Dad finally woke up .

His first words were , Wheres Little Naomi ? Moms voice was small and trembling as she answered , She left … went to work … no one knows where she is .

And she was right .

This time , I had become part of a top secret national research project .

I would likely remain anonymous for the rest of my life .

But I liked it that way .

( The End ) I was the long lost daughter of the richest family in San Francisco .

When I found my biological parents , I thought I would finally experience the love and warmth of family .

But instead , devastating news came they had been kidnapped abroad .

Even after my parents gave their entire fortune to the kidnappers , they were still not released .

The kidnappers demanded another million from me .

Every day , I received videos of my parents being tortured .

My father and mother were bruised and battered , and my older brother even had one of his hands cut off .

Desperate to save them , I worked tirelessly and sent money to the kidnappers , praying they would show mercy to my family .

One day , while cleaning restrooms at a high end jewelry store , I saw them my beloved family .

My parents were dressed in luxury brands , looking completely unscathed .

They generously bought jewelry worth tens of millions for their goddaughter .

My brother , Julian , both hands perfectly intact , was smoking a cigar and boasting to his friends , I have a long lost idiot sister .

Weve been playing her like a fool .

I stood frozen in the doorway of the restroom , watching them walk past me .

Dressed in my janitors uniform , they didnt recognize me .

They didnt even glance in my direction .

But I recognized them .

Yet , I didnt dare approach .

Was it really them ? Werent they kidnapped ? Why were they here , unharmed ? C D .

A Fake Poverty that My Parent Build for Me Unless … It was all a lie .

A deception carefully orchestrated by my own family to get rid of me .

I looked at their goddaughter , surrounded by their love and attention , and felt a bitter ache in my heart .

Twenty years ago , I got separated from my parents .

I was picked up by Aunt Zamara , a humble bathhouse worker who raised me on her meager salary .

Meanwhile , my biological parents adopted another daughter to fill the void , showering her with love and luxury .

When I finally returned , I thought I would receive the same affection .

I thought they would love me .

I never expected that they never considered me part of their family .

Rianne , today is your birthday .

Pick anything you like , my father said cheerfully .

Rianne , their goddaughter , feigned modesty with a delicate expression .

Dad , now that my sister has returned , my birthday shouldnt be celebrated so extravagantly anymore .

My father snorted , and spat , So what if shes back ? Shes nothing but a lowly thing .

Shell never compare to you .

My mother , full of concern , asked , Rianne , why would you say that ? Did that dirty thing bully you ? Dont worry .

She wont be around anymore .

Rianne didnt deny it ; instead , she smiled ambiguously .

Thank you , Mom .

My brother , Julian , laughed and said to Rianne , Lil sis , your birthdays should be even grander from now on .

After all , that idiot is out there working her fingers to the bone to make money for us .

I heard from a friend that shes doing all kinds of filthy , degrading work just to scrape cash .

Even cleaning toilets .

My mother waved her hand dismissively , her face filled with disgust .

Enough .

Just thinking about that dirty thing makes me sick .

I stood at the restroom door , tears streaming down my face as I listened .

So this was how my biological family saw me .

A Fake Poverty that My Parent Build for Me I remembered how indifferent my mother was to me when I first came back , keeping her distance .

Once , during dinner , I finished all the food in my bowl .

Her expression changed immediately , and she looked at me with disdain .

Aunt Zamara , despite her low income , always taught me not to waste food : She worked hard to raise me , and frugality was ingrained in me from a young age .

But to my biological mother , even this was repulsive .