Fake Heiress, Real Bill: How I Outsmarted a $10 Million Scam

Before my business trip, I left my daughter an unlimited black card.

My only rule was for her to spend at least five million a month, to cultivate good spending habits.

At first, I thought that if my daughter spent well, it would motivate me to earn more. But after a while, something felt off.

She bought hundreds of luxury items in three days, ten villas in five, and yesterday, she even bought 100 adult novelty toys.

I secretly flew back to investigate.

But to my horror, as soon as I landed, I was informed that my daughter had been hit by a car while scavenging for anything to sell and was in the hospital, unable to even pay for her medical bills.

The nurse's voice on the phone was laced with blame: "Ms. Cross, I've never seen parents as neglectful as you. If you don't come soon, you might not see your child again!"

My heart pounded as I rushed to the hospital, where I found her frail and emaciated body.

As my heart ached, my phone suddenly pinged with a notification: the black card had just been used for a high-end spa.

I immediately stopped my assistant from canceling the black card, a faint smile playing on my lips.

She likes swiping cards, does she? Then let her swipe to her heart's content!

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I got off the plane, holding a meticulously chosen birthday gift, my mind filled with fantasies of my daughter's adorable face when she saw the surprise.

But as soon as I exited the airport, I checked my phone to find over a dozen missed calls.

My phone rang again. I picked it up without thinking.

"This is Crestwood Hospital. Are you Skylar Cross's mother?"

"She was hit by a car on the street yesterday while scavenging for anything to sell and was rushed to our hospital."

"She's been revived, but you need to pay the medical fees."

I froze, completely stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"How is that possible?" I blurted out, instinctively.

The nurse's voice on the other end suddenly grew louder: "You're not trying to bail on the bill, are you? Get to the hospital and pay up, or we'll have to throw your daughter out to fend for herself!"

Then, she slammed the phone down.

Confusion and alarm surged through me. I immediately told my driver to head to the hospital.

How could Skylar be scavenging for anything to sell? Even if she ran out of money, with a nanny at home, she wouldn't go hungry.

And with an unlimited black card, how could she not afford medical bills?

As soon as the car stopped, I sprinted to her room, where I saw my emaciated daughter lying on the bed.

Her arm and right leg were broken, encased in thick plaster casts, making her already delicate limbs look even thinner.

When she saw me, her once dull eyes instantly welled up with tears.

I went over and pulled her into my embrace, patting her back to comfort her.

"It's okay, sweetheart, don't be scared. Mommy's back."

Her face was covered in bruises and swelling, and her exposed arms were full of scars.

In just one year, my vibrant little princess had turned into this.

My daughter's tears poure...