Broken ties

For eighteen years, the Miller mansion was my sanctuary, a gilded cage built with the love of my adoptive father, Richard, and my brother, Ethan.

My top-floor studio, overlooking the city, was my universe, filled with their unwavering support for my art and their endless affection.

Then Tiffany arrived, Richard' s biological daughter, a ghost from his past.

I welcomed her, eager for a sister, but the dream shattered almost overnight.

One night, Richard gave me a beautiful, antique paintbrush-a cherished gift.

But a single, perfectly timed tear from Tiffany, a trembling voice whispering about her deceased mother, instantly shifted the narrative.

Suddenly, I was the villain, my joy overshadowed by her fabricated grief.

Richard took the brush back, Ethan consoled her, and I was left with a cold, heavy stone in my chest.

This was just the beginning.

Soon, the Miller Corporation faced ruin, and I, their beloved adopted daughter, became a commodity.

My family, the men who had once adored me, arranged my marriage to a stranger to save their empire.