But the family was trying to branch out from
real estate into hotels and restaurants, and they
needed the money.
When Dad refused, Delilah started camping out
at his office, either crying or throwing a fit.
That’s why they came to Norway.
No wonder.
I smirked to myself. They were running away
from their own damn problems.
Carter noticed I was quiet and reached over to
tweak my cheek. “My little sister is so
awesome. She’s super frugal.”
“Dad wanted to buy you a mansion here, but
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you turned it down and insisted on living in a
dorm.”
Frugal?
I glared at him.
Maybe it was my imagination, but something
about Carter was weird.
He’d always been a spoiled brat. Why was he
suddenly so obsessed with money?
Last time, he forced me to give up my
inheritance because he hated me.
But he loved Delilah. Why was he being so
stingy with her too?
As they were leaving, I posted a picture of us under the Northern Lights, smiling like idiots.
I added: “Look, Delilah, we’re the real family
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Delilah replied instantly: “You bitch! You’ll pay
for this!”
She was losing her mind.
That’s good. When people lose control, they
make mistakes.
I didn’t hear from Delilah again until my senior
year.
I’d just finished my thesis and was ready to sleep for a week when Delilah sent me an
invitation.
Her fantasy show had been a huge hit, making
her a star.
It was award season, and Delilah had sent me
an invite to Starlight Gala, which is a major deal
for rising stars.
Funny thran wor
thay nink a Starlight Caddoc
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Every three years, they pick a Starlight Goddess
as the highlight of the show.
Everyone who’s ever won that title has gone on
to have a killer career.
It’s a major honor.
Sending me this invite meant that she was
aiming for it.
I had to go and watch her moment of glory.
Before I left, I called someone and told him to
get started.
I’d barely landed when Fern sent me a string of
voice messages.
Delilah had dragged me through the mud on
social media.
On Twitter, “#GenesisTheBackstabbingBitch”
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was trending.
Right below it were “#Delilah Deletedit” and
“#DelilahApologized.”
At 3 AM, Delilah had tweeted: “I don’t know
what happened to her but why are you being like this with my family?”
She also attached two pictures.
One was of me when I first arrived.
Eighteen years old, wearing dirty, old clothes,
with a hole in my shoe.
I looked awkward and out of place, staring at
the fancy house like some hick who’d never
seen a toilet.
The other picture was a screenshot of my
message to her.
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The one with me and my adoptive family.
With the words: “We’re the real family now.”
She deleted the tweet less than five minutes
later.
Then she tweeted an apology.
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“I was emo and wasn’t thinking straight.
Genesis and I get along, and I hope you don’t
think badly of her because of my tweet!”
It wasn’t great but it worked.
The comments were all on her side.
My entire past was dug up and posted online.
“Genesis is such a bitch. Delilah’s too good for her!”
