My Billionaire Daughter Left Me to Die: Now She Wants Me Back

At the scene of the car crash, I pooled every last drop of my strength to beg my daughter for help. But she stepped right on my bleeding hand, walking past me to save her biological mother, who only had a few minor scratches.

Shivering from the coldness of her betrayal, I choked out a question, asking her why.

She just sneered, her eyes dripping with contempt:

"Did you really think I didnt know? You only adopted me to use me for your social status. My real mother is a billionaire. And you? You're just a stepping stone on my way to the top."

I died in that cold street, consumed by hatred, while she went on to win fame and fortune, living the luxurious life of an heiress she had always dreamed of.

But when I opened my eyes again, I had traveled back in timeright before the fatal crash.

This time, Im going to personally hand you back to them, Chloe.

The excruciating pain of being crushed to death by a runaway truck still seemed to linger on my skin. The scream was still trapped in my throat.

I gasped, my eyes flying open as I frantically took in my surroundings.

I was in my own bedroom. Was I really dead? Was this the afterlife?

My heart hammered against my ribs as I threw off the blanket, ready to put my shoes on and investigate.

Suddenly, a haughty, annoyed voice drifted in from the doorway:

"Jane, what is wrong with you? Why are you sleeping so late? I just got back from school and there's no food on the table. I'm starving!"

The face of the speaker flashed in my mind, and my fingers tightened around the bedsheets until my knuckles turned white.

It was Chloe.

Memories of the crash rushed back. When the truck hit us, she didn't call 911 for me. She didnt try to pull me out of the wreckage.

Instead, she dragged her biological fatherwho only had a few scratchesaway from the scene, leaving me to bleed out and die. The sheer anger in my chest was almost impossible to control.

Seeing that I didnt reply, she walked in, rolling her eyes:

"Jane, are you listening to me? I'm talking to you!"

I forced my voice to remain steady:

"What year is it, Chloe?"

Chloe gave me a weird, judgmental look:

"Did you sleep your brain away? Its 2025!"

Rebirth. I actually came back.

That realization snapped me back to reality. For the first time, I actually looked at this girl. I had raised her since she was three years old.

Even at three, she knew I wasn't her biological mother. No matter how much love, warmth, and patience I gave her, she refused to call me "Mom." It was always just "Jane."

She never accepted me, but she certainly never hesitated to spend my money and leech off my resources.

She had even used my position as the Chief of Surgery at the city's top hospital to secretly dig into her biological parents' background.

It turned out she had never wanted to be by my side. She only tolerated me because of my high social status and wealth. The second she found out her biological parents were billionaire entrepreneurs who could offer her an even more lavish lifestyle, she checked out.

I had no doubt that if her biological parents had been blue-collar workers, she would have pretended they didn't exist.

I still remembered my dying moments, the sheer desperation as I screamed at her with my last breath:

"Chloe! I raised you for years! I gave you everything! How can you be so heartless?!"

Chloe had stopped, looking back at me with a cold, disgusted expression:

"You? You're just a glorified doctor, an employee. How can you compare to my billionaire parents? If it weren't for you holding me back, I would have been living the life of a trust-fund heiress long ago! Stop blocking my path to a better life!"

With that, she walked away, leaving me with nothing but her cold, retreating back.

Thinking of this, my heart ached again.

Even though she had always been rude, demanding, and bratty, I had foolishly believed that a human heart wasn't made of stone. I thought if I kept loving her, she would eventually accept me.

But reality had slapped me hard in the face. No matter how hard I tried, she was a viper that could never be warmed.

I took a deep breath, and a bright smile broke across my face.

I waved her over to the bed:

"Chloe, do you want to know who your biological parents are?"

Since she wanted to go back to them so badly, why should I risk my life to stop her?

But were her biological parents really the loving, perfect saviors she imagined them to be?

Maybe not.

Hearing my question, a flicker of confusion crossed Chloes face.

In this house, her adoption was a taboo subject. Even though we both knew she wasnt mine, neither of us ever brought it up.

Yet today, I was the one bringing it up. Her expression practically screamed, *Did you lose your mind?*

But she couldn't hide her excitement. If her biological parents were incredibly rich and powerful, her future would be set.

She looked at me, pretending to be sweet:

"Jane, you know that after all these years, Ive always seen you as my real mom."

"Even though I've always wanted to know where I came from, it was just to get some closure. Don't worry, youll always be number one in my heart."

Listening to her fake, hypocritical words, I had to hold back a cold laugh.

She was just trying to play nice to get the information out of me. Once she had it, she would kick me to the curb without a second thought.

To have such a scheming mind at such a young ageI really had been blind.

I pulled up an article on my phone and slid it across the mattress toward her:

"This conglomerate is one of the top enterprises in the country. The CEO, Richard Sterling, is your long-lost biological father."

Chloe froze. She stared at the screen, her eyes wide as she looked at the massive corporate headquarters shown in the article.

A few seconds later, she snatched the phone wildly, scrolling down until she saw the Chairman's headshot.

Sure enough, she shared some striking physical resemblances with him.

She instantly fell into a state of hysterical joy:

"I knew it! I knew someone as beautiful and smart as me couldn't have come from ordinary people!"

Looking at her, I didn't see the joy of a child finding her lost family. I only saw greed, lust for power, and money.

I shook my head slightly. She was still too young, only seeing the glittering surface without realizing the dark truth behind it.

Once the initial shock wore off, she didn't even bother to hide her disdain for me anymore. She tossed my phone back onto the bed.

"You knew who they were this whole time? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Were you trying to keep me here? Did you steal me from them in the first place?!"

Her sudden accusation actually made me laugh out loud. I had legally adopted her with flawless paperwork. How did I suddenly become a kidnapper?

I looked her dead in the eye:

"Now you have your answer, and you seem thrilled with who your parents are. Why are you still standing in my room? Do you want to keep pretending we have a loving mother-daughter relationship?"

Chloe rolled her eyes at me, then stuck her palm out:

"Give me money. I need to go find them."

I seriously wondered what was inside her brain.

"I gave you a massive allowance every month. Where did all that money go?"

She scoffed, waving her hand dismissively:

"That pocket change? What was I supposed to do with that? If you wanted to raise a billionaires child, you should have looked in the mirror first. Hurry up and give me cash, or Ill tell my parents you abused me when I go back!"

I stood up from the bed, took a ten-dollar bill from my nightstand, and slapped it right onto her face.

"That's all the money youre getting from me. Given our 'bond,' even this is too much. Now get out of my house. Looking at you makes me sick."

I walked back into my room and slammed the door shut. Soon, the sound of her stomping footsteps faded from the hallway.

*Chloe, your nightmare is about to begin.

That night, while I was in bed with a face mask on, reading a book, my best friend, Sarah, called me in a panic.

"Jane! How can you be doing skincare right now? Turn on the TV, quick!"

"Chloe is on the news! She's crying on camera with her biological parents! God, anyone watching would think you kept her in a basement!"

Intrigued, I turned on the TV.

Sure enough, the screen showed Chloe hugging her chubby, middle-aged biological father. She was blinking rapidly, trying to squeeze out a few tears for the camera.

"All these years away from my parents, I never gave up hope. I searched everywhere, trying every channel to find them."

"And finally, heaven answered my prayers. I'm back where I belong!"

The reporter eagerly held out the microphone:

"Miss Sterling, today is such a historic day for your family. Why isn't your adoptive mother here?"

"Is there tension between you? How does she feel about you finding your real family?"

Chloe lied without blinking:

"I don't have an adoptive father, just a very ordinary adoptive mother."

"She's never seen such a grand lifestyle, so she was too embarrassed to show her face today. I think she feels guilty for not being able to provide for me all these years."

"But I don't blame her. In fact, I'm grateful to her."

My mouth twitched. Chloes words sounded polite, but they were actually a nasty dig, painting me as a poor, low-class woman who was too intimidated to step into high society.

It was a clever play to make herself look elegant, mature, and forgiving.

As Sarah ranted in my ear, my eyes remained glued to the interaction between Chloe and her parents.

Her parents didn't look like they had just found their long-lost daughter. Instead, they kept pushing her toward the cameras, making sure the lenses were focused on her pretty face. It felt like they were showing off a high-quality product rather than a child.

But Chloe, blinded by her sudden wealth, didn't notice anything wrong. She smiled and played along perfectly, her smile looking more like a brown-nosing employee trying to please her bosses rather than a girl reuniting with her parents.

Her father even bragged to the reporters:

"My daughter is only a teenager. She is young, fresh, beautiful, and attends an elite private school!"

The phrasing made my skin crawl. What kind of father describes his own daughter as "fresh"?

And if they loved her so much, why didn't they even get her age right?

A flash of awkwardness crossed Chloe's face, but she quickly covered it up with a laugh:

"My parents are just too excited. They're even getting my age mixed up! I think I'll have to punish them by making them go jogging with me tonight!"

She reached out to grab her mother's hand, trying to lean her head on her shoulder.

But Eleanor, her mother, instinctively stepped back, pulling her hand away.

For a second, both of their expressions stiffened.

Though Eleanor quickly recovered and claimed she just wasn't used to public displays of affection, it was obvious to anyone paying attention that there was zero bond between them.

After the interview aired, a wave of online hate was directed at me. Netizens called me an irresponsible, neglectful adoptive mother, while praising Chloe for being sweet and beautiful.

I didn't care. Because I knew Chloe's golden days were already numbered.