Falsely Poor: My Billionaire Family Abandoned Me, Now They Beg for Mercy

On Christmas Eve, my parents left me home alone again, claiming they had to work overtime for triple pay.

Thinking about how they had done this for the past twenty years, I couldn't stand the cold, empty house anymore. I packed some homemade lasagna and decided to surprise them at their workplace.

But to my shock, my parents—who always whined about how hard they had to work just to get by—stepped out of a luxury Maybach. They had their arms wrapped around a girl my age. Laughing and chatting, they walked into a five-star hotel.