"You ungrateful brat!" Helen exploded. "You really think you run the place now? You're not even a real Johnson. You have no right to inherit our family's assets!"
Cynthia's eyes flashed dangerously as she surveyed the hall. "Oh, so we're finally dropping the act, are we? You've all known I wasn't blood-related this whole time, haven't you? For years, you've treated me like dirt, thinking I'd just roll over and take it. Guess what? Those days are over."
After two decades with this family, Cynthia knew their true colors all too well.
They were all bark and no bite, only tough when they had the upper hand.
If not for her grandpa, she wouldn't have bothered with them.
Thomas walked up to her and said, "Look, Thia, now that we're laying it all out, I'll tell you the truth. You're right, yo
