Four Billionaires Light My Fire

I was the most untouchable woman in the city.

Whenever I reached for a cigar, I never touched a lighter; my four brothers would strike gold flames in unison before I could even draw a breath. When the skies broke into a downpour, I never carried an umbrella, because a wall of tailored suits was always there to shield me from the storm.

I had everything a person could ever desire—wealth, influence, unconditional devotion.

My only curse was blood.

I had lovers, comrades, and mentors who would bleed for me, but not a single drop of biological kin.