My Life Is Worth A Million Dollars

On the day I was diagnosed with a glioblastoma, I also received a phone call from the billionaire Vance family, claiming I was their long-lost biological daughter.

The doctor told me that the surgery and follow-up treatments would cost at least a hundred thousand dollars.

So, without a second thought, I threw my beat-up backpack over my shoulder and headed straight to the Vance estate.

Even though I knew they didn't want me there.

The mansion was breathtakingly luxurious, but my eyes were only searching for the person who could write me a check.