Watching My Fake Sister Dig Her Own Grave

At four, they shattered both my legs. At six, they ruptured my left eardrum. At seven, they took my right eye—said I'd earn more sympathy begging blind. After twelve years in hell, my billionaire parents finally found me. The girl who stole my life grabbed my wrist, nails digging into my skin. "Dare take what's mine, and I'll break whatever's left of your legs." I smiled, unclipping both prosthetics to show empty pant legs. "I don't have legs left." She was terrified.