My Family Left Me to Die in the Desert for Their Fake Heiress

Day three in the Sahara. My family's jeep "broke down." My boyfriend "died of thirst." And I hiked fifty miles in 160-degree heat, cutting my own wrist to leave three bottles of blood behind — just so my parents could live.

Except none of it was real.

They were on a private jet the whole time. Sipping wine. Livestreaming my humiliation. Laughing while I licked sand off the ground to survive. All to make my fake sister smile.

Now I'm dead. And I'm about to watch every single one of them burn.