Rich Heir Life on Borrowed Love

I am an orphan who was adopted, yet I live like a king in my house.

While my older brother, Eric Jones, sleeps in the attic, which is freezing in the winter and sweltering in the summer, I get the nicest bedroom, the south-facing one with the best sunlight.

Eric wears worn-out clothes from the flea market, the kind sold by the pound. As for me, I get new clothes from the mall every year. Some still have the tags on.

Eric starts working at a construction site right after high school. As he works three shifts a day, his hands are covered in calluses.