Heiress Out of Sight

Three years after being brought back to the Sinclair estate, I remained the ghost of the family.

For three years, I hadn't spoken a single word.

When the fake daughter, Bella, stood on stage to receive her awards, I sat in the darkest corner of the banquet hall, staring into space. The relatives would whisper, mocking me as the mute country bumpkin they couldn't dare show off in public.

My biological parents' initial joy and guilt had slowly curdled into bitter disappointment. "Rowan, if you would just call me Mom, we wouldn't feel so heartbroken," my mother would say.