Traded for Her Bone Marrow? Too Bad My Adoptive Parents Are Billionaires!

### Chapter 1 I was inspecting the production line at our family's manufacturing plant when a worker’s careless mistake ended up crushing my index finger. Marcus, the shift supervisor, quickly flagged down a company car to rush me to the hospital. In the back seat, the makeshift bandage wrapped around my bleeding finger slipped. A single drop of blood dripped onto the beige leather seat. Ashley, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around and glared at me with pure disgust. "Excuse me? Who gave you permission to dirty this car?" "I’ve told you before, I have severe OCD. My space must be absolutely spotless!" "Who knows what kind of bacteria your dirty blood is carrying? It’s disgusting. Clean it up with your bare hands right now!" When she had volunteered to accompany me to the hospital, I actually thought she was being decent. Turns out, it was all a fake act. Before I could open my mouth to give her a piece of my mind, the driver quickly whispered to me, "Don't do anything reckless, kid. She’s Mr. Vance’s only daughter. She basically runs this entire company." "You still need them to sign off on your workers' comp. If you pick a fight with her, they'll make sure you don't get a dime of your settlement." Mr. Vance’s only daughter? I froze in the back seat. If she was Arthur Vance’s only daughter... then who the hell was I? *** ### Chapter 2 Ashley looked incredibly pleased with herself. She crossed her arms, looking down her nose at me with utter contempt. "Did you hear him, you broke loser?" "Now that you know who I am, you’d better get on your knees and scrub your filthy blood off my seat." She sneered, "You trashy working-class people have blood that smells like garbage. It’s disgusting." My crushed finger was throbbing with excruciating pain. Looking at her arrogant face, I actually let out a dry laugh. I was the biological daughter of Arthur Vance—the wealthiest man in the city. Just a month ago, he and his wife had literally begged on their knees to bring me back to the Vance family. How did I suddenly become a "trashy, broke loser" in her mouth? But the pain in my finger was making my vision go dark. I didn't have the energy to argue with her right now. I tried to keep my voice level and said, "Miss Vance, can we please just get to the hospital first? I will pay for the detailing of this seat. I don't care how much it costs." Besides, the seat was already covered in stains. My single drop of blood was barely noticeable. "This is a company car. Workers use it every day to commute. It was never clean to begin with." "If your OCD is really that severe, maybe you should drive your own luxury car next time." Before I could finish, Lily, the young worker who had accompanied me, frantically tugged at my sleeve from behind. She was looking at Ashley with pure terror. Instead of showing any guilt, Ashley’s expression became even more malicious. She eyed me up and down and scoffed, "No wonder you have such a big mouth. You really don't know who you're messing with, do you? Even the shift supervisor who accidentally spilled a drop of coffee on my shoes had to get down on his knees to wipe it clean and beg for my forgiveness." She enunciated every single word: "Do you honestly think you’re in any position to lecture me?" "If you're so tough, get out of the car right now and walk to the hospital yourself." Her words suddenly reminded me of something. Earlier today on the factory floor, Lily had only splashed a few drops of water on the counter while washing her hands. Ashley had literally dumped a bucket of ice water directly over Lily's head in front of everyone. She had screamed that Lily was "polluting her working environment" and demanded she be fired immediately. In this factory, Ashley was treated like a god. She could do whatever she wanted. Silence fell over the car. No one dared to speak. Just then, someone tapped heavily on the car window. It was Mr. Miller, the factory manager. He asked sternly, "Company policy says no parking here. What are you guys doing?" After listening to the driver's explanation, Mr. Miller didn't even care about my bleeding finger. He just gave me an annoyed glance. He pointed a finger at me and lectured, "Is a tiny finger injury your excuse for violating company parking policies?" "Miss Vance has a severe medical condition regarding cleanliness, and she is in a rush to attend an elite gala. Can't you show some basic understanding? Who even hired someone as selfish as you?" He threw his hands up, pretending to be a mediator. "Just get down, clean the blood off the seat, apologize to Miss Vance, and we’ll call it even. Then you can go to the hospital. Don't delay the company's time." I laughed out loud, despite the searing pain in my hand. "My finger is literally crushed, and you want me to get down on my knees and apologize to this spoiled brat? In your dreams." Seeing me defy him, Mr. Miller’s face immediately darkened. Lily trembled with fear and pulled me back, whispering, "Chloe, please don't fight them! He's right. We really can't afford to cross Miss Vance. She’s the heiress of the Vance family! The manager is super close with her family. He’ll always take her side..." I let out a cold chuckle. "Is that so? What if I told you that I am also Arthur Vance's daughter?" *** ### Chapter 3 The driver thought I was making a delusional joke and slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. "Stop being so stubborn, girl! During the last all-staff meeting, Mrs. Vance and old Mr. Vance personally introduced her on stage. Hundreds of us saw it." Lily pulled out her phone and swiped the screen. "I actually took a video of it. Look." On the screen, Beatrice Vance was gently wrapping her arm around Ashley's shoulders. Arthur Vance was speaking loudly into the microphone: "Ashley will be taking over the factory in the future. She is our only daughter, and this entire estate will belong to her. Keep your eyes open, and don't cause any trouble for her." The crowd in the video erupted into roaring applause. Ashley was leaning into Beatrice's arms, her face glowing with the smug happiness of a beloved princess. After watching the video, I remained silent. My head was spinning from the blood loss. But I was someone who only believed in what I saw with my own eyes. A staged corporate video wasn't going to convince me. Just then, the car door was slammed open. I looked out and saw Ashley quickly getting into a luxury sports car that had just pulled up. She was rushing the driver: "Hurry up, drive! I can't be late for the banquet." Our driver took the opportunity to nod toward the sports car and whispered to me, "See that? Mrs. Vance sent her personal driver to pick her up for the elite gala tonight. She only hopped into our car earlier because she was worried her ride would be late." Before the sports car sped off, Ashley didn't forget to throw one last vicious glare at me through the window. I remained silent. Regardless of whatever game they were playing, my crushed finger was the priority right now. Without wasting any more time, the driver and Lily sped me to the emergency room. The surgery was a success. When the anesthesia finally wore off, the hospital room was completely quiet. I was all alone. Ignoring the throbbing pain, I grabbed my phone. The calls I had made to my adoptive father, Jonathan Gibson, and my biological brother, Tristan Vance, had gone completely unanswered. Right at that moment, the door to my hospital room was violently kicked open from the outside. Ashley, dressed in a stunning, expensive designer gown, stormed in with a group of heavy-built men. Seeing them marching in with metal pipes and bats, I recoiled slightly on the bed. "What do you think you're doing?" Ashley’s face was twisted in rage. She stormed over, grabbed me by my hair, and shoved her bare arm right in front of my face. Her arm, which had been perfectly fine earlier, was now covered in ugly, inflamed red hives. I tried to pull back, but her grip on my hair was too tight. "It’s because of your filthy, diseased blood! I barely touched the seat and now I’ve broken out in hives!" "I’ve never had a rash in my entire life! Back at the Vance mansion, everyone treats me like a fragile glass doll. Now my entire body is itchy and inflamed!" "I swear, if this leaves a single scar on my skin, I will make sure you pay with your life!" It was obviously a genetic case of hives, yet she was somehow blaming it on being "infected" by my blood. What a ridiculous accusation. I let out a cold laugh and snapped back, "If you have time to make up fake medical claims, why don't you check yourself into the psychiatric ward first? Your brain clearly needs help." Lily and Mr. Miller rushed into the room, having just received the news. Seeing the tension, Lily tried to pull Ashley away from me. But Ashley’s bodyguard stepped forward and violently shoved Lily against the wall. "Chloe, please stop arguing with her!" Lily cried out, holding her bruised shoulder. "If you cross her at the company, she will ruin your life! Just... just apologize to her. Get on your knees and apologize so this can be over!" I looked Ashley dead in the eyes, refusing to back down. "Why should I apologize? I did absolutely nothing wrong." "You can forget about it. Getting on my knees to apologize to this brat? Not in a million years." Getting on my knees to beg a spoiled brat for forgiveness? This was the 21st century. What a joke. Mr. Miller, ever the loyal dog, pointed at me and shouted, "If you don't apologize to Miss Vance this instant, consider yourself fired! I will blacklist you from every company in this state!" I almost burst out laughing. Fire me? I was personally placed in this factory by Tristan Vance himself. Did they really think they had the authority to fire me? Besides, managing my own family's actual corporate affairs was already exhausting enough. Having to come to this stupid factory to deal with this drama was draining my energy. Getting fired was actually doing me a favor. "Go ahead and fire me. I couldn't care less." *** ### Chapter 4 Ashley stared at me, her eyes gleaming with malice as she realized I wouldn't bow down. Suddenly, a sick smile spread across her face. "Fine. Since you want to play the tough girl, I’m going to make sure you break." "I'll teach you what happens when you mess with me." Before I could react, two large bodyguards grabbed my arms and pinned me down. No matter how much I struggled, I couldn't break free from their grip. "What are you doing? This is a hospital! This is kidnapping!" Lily tried to rush forward to help me, but Ashley stepped up and slapped her hard across the face. "Birds of a feather flock together. Since you love this bitch so much, you can join her." Before I could scream, a heavy blow landed on the back of my neck, and everything went black. When I finally woke up, I was in the back of a moving vehicle. The bumpy road made my stomach churn, and the post-surgery pain in my finger made me break out in a cold sweat. Looking out the window, I gasped. The luxury villa coming into view was all too familiar. When the Vance family first brought me back, they had set me up in this villa. But because I felt incredibly uncomfortable around them, I had moved back to my own apartment after just a few days. Ashley had actually brought us here. Well, even better. I wanted to see with my own eyes what exactly was going on. Why my biological parents were parading Ashley around as their "only daughter" to the world. The thought actually gave me a strange rush of adrenaline. But as we stepped inside, I noticed how much the place had changed. The once-empty living room was now littered with luxury designer bags, makeup, and clothes belonging to a young girl. I looked around but didn't see Arthur or Beatrice Vance. Mr. Miller, the factory manager, looked even more disappointed than I was. He had clearly hoped to use this opportunity to kiss up to my biological parents. The moment Ashley walked in, she plugged her nose and yelled to her staff, "Open all the windows! Letting these lower-class trash in has made the air smell absolutely filthy." I sneered, my eyes falling on her bandaged hand. "I thought you only had hives. Did you manage to break your own bones too?" Ashley’s expression instantly turned vicious. She gestured to her bodyguards. Before I could move, the guards slammed me face-first onto the hard marble floor. "Ashley! What do you think you're doing?!" I thrashed wildly, but they held me down like a vice. Mr. Miller stood by, watching. He opened his mouth to say something, but one look from Ashley’s cold eyes made him swallow his words. She slowly walked over to me, looking down like a queen. "If it weren't for your filthy blood, my skin wouldn't have broken out like this! You ask what I'm doing? I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." Before the words fully left her mouth, she raised her hand and slammed a vicious slap across my face. "Weren't you acting tough earlier?" She gritted her teeth. "This slap is to teach you your place. To me, you are nothing but dirt." My cheek burned like fire, and a loud ringing filled my ears. She leaned down, whispering in my ear, "If you dare to breathe a single word about what happened today to anyone, I will make sure you disappear. Try me." The bodyguards looked at each other, but none of them dared to let go of me. Mr. Miller’s face had gone completely pale. He stood frozen in the corner. "Make me disappear?" I turned my head, spitting a mouthful of blood right onto her expensive dress. "Go ahead. Let's see if you actually have the balls to do it." Ashley shrieked in horror, but before she could strike me again, a bodyguard stepped up and whispered something in her ear. Her eyes lit up with a wicked gleam. "Oh, that is an excellent idea." She pulled out her phone and started a TikTok Live. Then, she gestured to the trembling Mr. Miller. Mr. Miller hesitated, "Miss Vance... is this really a good idea? The legal repercussions..." Ashley’s eyes went cold. "What are you scared of? We’ll put a mask on you. Who’s going to recognize you?" Frightened by her threat, Mr. Miller nodded quickly. On her command, the bodyguards began violently ripping at my shirt. I thrashed wildly. "This is a felony! Let go of me!" Seeing Mr. Miller’s trembling hands reaching toward me, my stomach turned. "Get away from me! Don't touch me!" I gathered all my strength and kicked him hard in the shin. Mr. Miller groaned in pain and stumbled backward. Ashley, who was filming everything, stepped forward and slapped me twice more across the face. "Behave yourself, you bitch!" She barked at the bodyguards, who pinned my arms even tighter to the floor. Under Ashley's glare, Mr. Miller put on a show for the camera, shouting, "Oh, I love it when they fight back." "If you're already selling your body for cash, stop pretending to be an innocent virgin!" *** ### Chapter 5 Ashley watched the disgusting, vile comments flooding the live chat, her face twisting into a manic laugh. "Now, your reputation is completely ruined. Tomorrow, the entire city will see this video." "Everyone will know that Chloe Vance is nothing but a cheap, trashy whore who can't live without selling her body." Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Ashley! Aren't you afraid of what the Gibson family will do to you?!" I had gone missing when I was three years old and was adopted by the Gibsons—the most powerful billionaire dynasty in North America, with deep connections in both corporate America and the underground world. Their private security detail was always watching me from the shadows. What was happening here was likely already being relayed to them. Ashley laughed as if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world. "The Gibson family? You mean the billionaire elite Gibsons?" She doubled over with laughter. "A daughter of the Gibson family would be working a shift job at a dirty factory? Without a single bodyguard protecting her?" She sneered, looking me up and down. "At least make your lies believable. First, you claim to be Arthur Vance’s daughter, and now you’re a Gibson? Are you just a homeless beggar who goes around claiming random rich people as your parents?" I lay on the floor, my bandaged finger throbbing. The security guards my adoptive parents assigned to me always stayed in the shadows because the Vance family’s territory was crowded, and they didn't want to cause a scene unless absolutely necessary. Suddenly, two dirty, disheveled middle-aged people burst into the room from a side door, heading straight for me. They held cracked plastic bowls and shoved them in my face. "Chloe! How can you be so heartless? We raised you from a baby, and this is how you treat us?!" "You're out here wearing nice clothes and eating expensive food, and you leave your own parents to starve on the streets?!" The TikTok Live chat exploded with comments: [Oh my god, what an ungrateful bitch!] [Leaving her own parents to beg? She deserves to be canceled!] [No wonder she’s selling her body behind closed doors. Trash.] Ashley pointed her phone camera directly at my face. "Haha! Chloe, so these are your real parents!" "It all makes sense now. A factory worker with beggar parents. You really belong in the gutter." I looked up at Ashley. From the smug satisfaction in her eyes, I knew she had hired these actors to destroy me completely. I tried to crawl away, but the two actors grabbed me, screaming filth. "I don't know you! Get away from me!" I screamed. "You ungrateful brat!" they yelled, ripping at my clothes. "Didn't you bag a rich sugar daddy? You got rich and forgot about your own parents?!" "Money from selling your body is still money! Give us our share!" As they pinned me down, the live stream chat erupted in mockery. [Even her own parents came out to expose her! There's no escaping this!] Ashley sneered, "No wonder you keep claiming to be other people's daughter. Having beggar parents must be so embarrassing." Then, she looked down at me like she was offering charity. "Chloe, if you get on your knees, crawl over, and beg me, maybe I'll help you pay off these beggars." I snapped my head up, glaring at her ugly, mocking face. "Go to hell." Her smile didn't fade. "Keep acting tough. In a minute, even if you beg me on your knees, I won't save you." Just then, a cold, booming voice echoed from the entrance of the villa. Everyone froze. A middle-aged man in a tailored black Italian suit stepped into the room. He held a cane adorned with a gold dragon head, and his eyes carried an terrifying, commanding authority.