The Mute Heiress Strikes Back: The Eight-Year-Old Wall Street Wolf

I didn’t speak a single word until I was eight years old.

Everyone in the Sterling family called me a retard. My mother would wipe her tears in secret, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter.

My father’s eyes were always filled with disappointment when he looked at me. Yet, out of sheer pride and concern for his image, he never sent me to a special needs school.

Then came the day a Wall Street shark marched into our headquarters to force a hostile takeover.