Twenty years ago, my birth parents dumped me in a bin. As soon as I was told I was their long-lost heiress two decades later, my boyfriend called to split. He'd just secured his family's inheritance, and the very first thing out of his mouth was that I no longer measured up to his new elite standing.
To make matters worse, my blood relatives tracked me down not to beg for forgiveness, but to marry me off to their unwanted business ally.
Little did they know this unwanted match would blossom into the sweetest love fate could ever grant me.
