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After Becoming A Billionaire, My Family Wants Me To Die

I took the fall for my brother and ended up serving two years in prison. While inside, I unexpectedly saved the daughter of the richest man in town. As a token of gratitude, he gave me a hundred million. After my release, the first thing I did was to call my father, eager to surprise him. But as soon as he heard my voice, he hung up. I thought something terrible had happened at home and rushed back. Just as I reached the door, I overheard my brother's wife, Greta Kessler, complaining, "Of all days, she had to get out today, making me skip my prenatal check-up just to rush and transfer the property." My mother replied, "It's for your own good. With her prison record, finding a job will be tough, and getting married will be even tougher. She might just end up staying here and fighting you for the house." Greta snorted, "Let her rent a place. I'm not living with an ex-con!" Listening to their conversation felt like a punch to the gut. My heart ached. Wasn't my mom the one who used to call me her little sweetheart? Hadn't Greta always said she saw me as her own sister? How did everything change so suddenly?