They Wanted a Lady. They Got Me.

When my wealthy birth family found me, I'd just finished a street fight. They wanted a perfect heiress. They got tattoos, a lip ring, and zero patience for their fake princess. My fiancé said I wasn't good enough. I called off the engagement. They thought the farmer who raised me was a nobody—until I made one phone call. Who is the man I call Dad, and why can't they afford to cross his daughter