I Got Adopted By Billionaires

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Mrs. Davis was the best mother a girl could ask for. She would always tell me the story of how she found me. She said one night right before closing up she heard the sounds of a crying baby. After searching, she found me wrapped in a blanket in a basket. The only things she found in the basket was a locket and a note asking her to take care of me and the name my mother had chosen, Brittany.

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One afternoon while sitting watching the television Mrs. Davis received a phone call that changed everything.

“Hello,” Mrs. Davis said as she placed the phone by her ear.

She listened to the person on the other end of the phone and every so often added a “hmmmmm” and an “ok”.

“That was Dr. Miller. They got back the results of my test. I tested positive for breast cancer,” she said softly after saying goodbye to the person on the phone.

I hugged Mrs. Davis and tears ran down my cheeks. For fourteen years she was the only mother I knew and I wasn’t ready to let her go.

She pulled me away gently and looked into my eyes, “I think it’s time to get you a new family.”

“I don’t want a new family,” I cried through the tears.

“I know honey but we need to prepare for the worst, ok. I will make sure you get adopted by a great family,” Mrs. Davis said, pulling me close once again.

The next few weeks Mrs. Davis together with an adoption agency screened numerous families to make sure that I received the best. The family that Mrs. Davis chose was Mr. and Mrs. White. They had no children and they were billionaires, could you believe it?

The day finally arrived when it was time for me to leave the only home I knew.

“Don’t worry,” Mrs. White said, “You can call Mrs Davis every day and she is welcomed to come and visit any time she wants.”

I hugged Mrs. Davis, “Bye, for now. I’ll call you when I get there ok?”

We arrived at Mr. and Mrs. White gave me the grand tour of their mansion. The outdoors was equipped with a pool, tennis court and even a stable filled with horses.

“Brittany, please feel free to ask us for anything. We just have one rule,” Mr White said.

I nodded and he continued.

“You aren’t allowed in the basement. We are currently doing some work down there and it’s filled with loose floor boards and tools. We don’t want you to get injured, ok?” Mr. White said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, “I can do that.” I said smiling.

Days turned into weeks. I enjoyed living with the Whites and I called Mrs. Davis every day. She even came to visit a few times. Of all the rooms and things to see in the mansion, my favourite place was the kitchen. Jane was a few years older than I was and she was the cook’s daughter. I stayed in that kitchen for hours baking with Jane or just chatting.

One night, I got up for a midnight snack. I was munching on a handful of cookies on my way back to bed when I heard it. A low, soft moan. I thought that my mind was playing tricks as I walked through the dimly lit halls but I stopped in my tracks when I heard it again. It sounded like a wounded animal. I ran as fast as I could to my room. I locked the door behind me and pulled the covers over my head. I wasn’t even hungry anymore. Little rays of sunlight streamed through my blinds before I felt safe enough to get some sleep.

I staggered into the kitchen at 12:30pm and sat by the kitchen counter.

“You look like something the cat dragged in,” Jane said as she stirred the pot in front of her.