The Fake Heiress Sold Me to a Devil I Saved

When my birth mother drugged me and dragged me onto tech mogul Mr. Holt’s yacht, I couldn’t help but laugh at the cabin door:

“This boat is still as ugly as ever.”

The fake heiress, Vivian Jones, thought I’d lost my mind. She pinched my thigh hard and clipped a micro camera to my chest.

“Skyler, Mr. Holt has a violent temper and sadistic tendencies. You better scream loud later.”

My birth mother, Martha Jones, coldly tied my hands beside her, her tone impatient.

“We raised you all these years. Now it’s time to repay us.”