After I Gave Way to the Real
Heiress, My Whole Family Regretted
It
The day my adoptive parents found their real
daughter, she demanded to be the CEO of my
company.
Considering that she’d barely graduated
elementary school and had zero work
experience, I turned her down.
But little Miss Perfect took it as a personal
insult, stormed off with her newfound folks, and
vanished.
Under my leadership, the company went public in record time, turning my adoptive parents into
billionaires.
On my thirtieth birthday, my husband and adoptive parents drugged me and sold me to a human trafficking ring in Myanmar.
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They broke my arms and legs, tossed me on a
bed, and left me to be brutalized.
My adoptive parents and my douchebag
husband stood next to the ringleader, sneering,
“Here’s the snake–hearted bitch who ruined our
lives.”
I begged them to tell me why they were doing
this.
My husband kicked me in the stomach, and my
adoptive parents each slapped me across the
face.
“If you hadn’t been so greedy and refused to
give up your company, Nannan wouldn’t have
been tricked into that hellhole and tortured to
death!”
I couldn’t take the abuse anymore and bit my
tongue, ending my miserable existence.
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Then I woke up, back in the moment when the real daughter wanted to take over my company.
“Ginger, now that I’m home, can you give me
back what’s rightfully mine? I want to be
responsible.”
Hearing that oh–so–familiar line made my body tense up. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized I’d been given a second chance.
My adoptive mom, holding “Nannan” close, looked at me with teary eyes. “Ginger, thank you for taking care of the company all these years. But Nannan is our real daughter. Could you draw up a contract and transfer the
company shares to her?”
In my previous life, I’d refused and tried to explain that changing CEOs during the IPO process would create instability. I also pointed out that Nannan had no experience and didn’t
know anything about the company I suggested
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know anything about the company. I suggested
she start as my secretary to learn the ropes ‘
before taking over.
My adoptive parents agreed, but Nannan threw
a fit. She claimed being a secretary was like
being my slave, and I was deliberately trying to
humiliate her. She ran out and left with her
foster parents, never to be seen again.
But thanks to me, the company went public,
and the family became filthy rich.
Then, on my thirtieth birthday, my adoptive
parents and husband took me to Thailand, got
me drunk, and sold me off to that damn ring in
Myanmar.
I was tortured, my limbs broken, and I was left
to rot.
My adoptive parents and husband stood there,
smiling at my suffering.
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I desperately begged them for an explanation.
They slapped me around, and my husband kicked me in my three–month–pregnant belly.
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“If it weren’t for your greed and your deliberate humiliation of Nannan, she wouldn’t have died!
This is all your fault!”
Apparently, after Nannan left, she went to
Thailand looking for work and was lured into
that hellhole, where she suffered unspeakable
horrors before dying.
That’s why they hated me.
Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and ended
my life.
The memory of that torture filled me with rage.
I glared at Nannan and sneered, “So you want
the company the moment you get back?”
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the company the moment you get back?”
Nannan’s eyes immediately welled up, and she
started sobbing. “Ginger, I just want to do
something for the family. Maybe I shouldn’t
have come back. Ginger, don’t be mad. I’ll leave
right away and never bother you again!”
With that, she pretended to push past my
adoptive mother, making a show of leaving.
But my adoptive mother grabbed her and
hugged her tightly, saying, “Nannan, this is your
home. You’re not the one who should leave.”
