Beneath the Velvet Rope: A Billionaire's Hidden Heir

Previously

…“Darling,” my mother had whispered, her voice tight, “perhaps next time, we can consult with a professional.” And that, I suppose, was the final straw. The gala disaster, coupled with Vivienne’s increasingly intense coaching, had left me feeling more lost than ever. I was a Sterling, yes, but I was also the girl who knew the best places to find a bargain. And somewhere, in the midst of all the designer labels and whispered judgments, I felt like I was losing sight of who I actually was. The velvet rope, it seemed, was not just a barrier between worlds, but also a cage.