A fake poverty that my parent build for me novel

13 Kneel down and apologize to them immediately ! the manager hissed .

I pulled off my rubber gloves and threw them to the ground .

I quit .

The manager froze for a moment before sneering coldly .

Fine, quit if you want .

But you wont get a single penny of your wages .

I nodded silently and turned to leave .

But Riannes soft voice stopped me .

Wait .

The manager quickly stepped in front of me to block my way .

Rianne said , Sis , you just insulted our parents .

Shouldnt you apologize before leaving ? I let out a cold laugh and tried to walk away .

But my mother turned to the manager and said , I dont want to dirty my hands .

Teach her a lesson for me Ill give you a thousand dollars for every slap .

Without hesitation , the manager grabbed me by the neck and started slapping me hard across the face .

One … two … three … four … he counted excitedly , his voice full of glee .

The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth .

For the past year , I had worked tirelessly , juggling three jobs every day .

I lived on nothing but pickled vegetables and steamed buns , saving every penny to send to the so called kidnappers .

All I wanted was for them to treat my parents well and stop hurting them .

But now , seeing my parents , they casually threw away tens of thousands just to have someone slap me .

The jewelry store was filled with people , all watching me with gloating expressions .

A Fake Poverty that My Parent Build for Me Ο I could hear their whispers .

Who is she ? Why is she being beaten ? Apparently , she tried to scam Mr.

and Mrs.

Sanders , claiming to be their long lost daughter .

Pathetic , right ? She must be desperate for money .

Look at her .

She does have a conniving face .

Serves her right .

I closed my eyes in despair .

No wonder they never brought me to public events after they found me .

No wonder they restricted my movements , forbidding me from leaving the house .

It wasnt to protect me .

They didnt want to acknowledge my existence .

They didnt want the public to know about me .

They had already planned to cast me aside .

But why search for me in the first place ? Maybe they never truly wanted to find me .

Maybe the missing daughter campaign was just a ploy to boost their reputation , to paint themselves as a family who valued love and kinship .

With Aunt Zamaras encouragement , I had spent ten years searching for my biological parents .

When I finally found them , I thought they loved me , that they had been looking for me all along .

I was so naive .

I threw myself into their cold , unfeeling home , only to be met with rejection and cruelty .

It took being battered and broken to realize that I was never meant to be a part of their world .

Enough , my father said coldly .

Lets go .

Theres no need to waste any more time here .

The rich care deeply about appearances .

I understood what he meant .

Before leaving , my mother scribbled out a check and casually tossed it on the ground .

The manager eagerly picked it up , thanking her profusely .

Then , as if to complete his task , he dragged me out of the store and delivered one final kick .

Get out of here ! And stay far away ! My face was swollen , and as I stumbled down the street , people stared and pointed at me .

Some even raised their phones , shoving them in my face to record my humiliation .

Covering my face , I ran out of the building .

It was raining outside .

Cold droplets struck my battered face , making the pain even worse .

Splash ! A luxury car sped past , drenching me in muddy water .

I didnt move in time and fell to the side of the road .

As I lay there , I recognized the car it belonged to my parents .

They drove off , heading back to their opulent mansion , glowing in the distance .

While I was like a drenched stray dog , trudging back to the slums a filthy , broken down rental in the poor part of the city .

That was the cheapest place I could find to live .