They Found Me Just to Take My Heart

On my eighteenth birthday, a billionaire tracked me down and told me I was his long-lost daughter.

He rented out an entire private hospital and flew in the world's top surgeons, all for one reason: to find a heart donor match for his sick son.

When the lab results confirmed a "flawless match," my so-called mother sobbed and threw her arms around me.

"Thank God, sweetheart! Your brother is saved!"

Yet on the night before the surgery, she handed me a cup of warm milk with dead eyes.