Anonymous Confession

At first, the kidnappers were even more naive than I was.

They assumed that since I was the Whitmore family's biological daughter, my family would surely come back for me.

How could anyone not love their own child? How could they abandon their own flesh and blood?

"They paid three million to ransom that Blair girl. As the real daughter, you've got to be worth more than her, right?"

"I'm not asking for much, just five million. The second the money's here, I'll let you go."

I laughed at their naivety, at their foolishness.

If my family had shown the slightest concern for me, this sloppy, amateurish kidnapping never would have happened in the first place.

Things unfolded just as I'd predicted.

The first day after Blair was rescued, my parents canceled all their engagements to be by her side around the clock.

My brother brought in the best medical team to give her a full workup.

It was just a small scrape on her ankle, but the entire family was beside themselves with worry.

Julian Ashford even chartered a yacht in Saint-Tropez and threw a party to celebrate her safe return.

When the kidnappers saw the photos Blair posted on Instagram, they were furious. They cut off one of my fingers and sent it with a new threat.

But their threat was met with silence.

The second day after Blair was rescued, the whole family accompanied her on a luxury European tour to help her de-stress.

Blair posted her travel itinerary: Rome, Paris, Milan.

She stayed in five-star hotels and flew on a private jet.

My parents and brother vied to carry her luggage.

And she, arm linked through Julian's, was beaming.

No one cared about the severed finger.

By the third day after Blair was rescued, she had arrived in Rome, admiring the view from the Colosseum.

And the kidnappers' patience had worn thin.

They finally realized that I, the so-called biological daughter, was just an abandoned child no one remembered.

All their scheming had come to nothing.

The leader of the kidnappers kicked me again and again.

He gritted his teeth, hissing, "Damn it, I don't take losses."

"The Whitmores and the Ashfords won't pay. I'm going to get my money's worth out of this bitch one way or another!"