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I was five years old, with three billionaire dads who spoiled me rotten. One bought me a private playroom. One defended me with a twenty-page legal document. One treated every tiny injury like a medical emergency. I thought I had their love forever. Until a mysterious message appeared on my TV. [The real daughter is too spoiled.] [The foster daughter will replace her and take everything.] [Lily will be abandoned in the end.] I froze. The next morning, I stopped throwing tantrums. I dressed myself. I finished my vegetables. I walked home quietly instead of demanding toys. That night, my three dads panicked. "What's wrong with Lily?" They had no idea... their spoiled little princess had already seen the future. My name is Lily Hart, and I'm the most spoiled five-year-old princess in Crescent City. I have three dads. It started when my mom used a fertility clinic that mixed up the sample labels. Three donors' specimens got combined, so any one of them could be my biological father. We tried paternity tests three times. All three came back as "lab errors." The court finally handed down something unprecedented: joint legal custody with equal parenting time. Three dads, one me. Big Dad Jonathan Hart is a real estate mogul. He bought me an entire floor in the Lakeshore District as my personal playroom. Dad Two Michael Reeves is a top-tier litigator. When I hit a kid in kindergarten, he wrote a twenty-page liability waiver and handed it to the kid's parents. Doc Dad Dr. Daniel Pierce is a brilliant surgeon. I scraped my knee once, and he rolled out three different surgical units just to clean it. Three houses on rotation, three cars picking me up, three platinum cards with no preset limits. If I asked for the moon, they'd figure out how to lasso it. Until one day, while I was watching cartoons, text started floating across the screen. [This biological daughter is way too high-maintenance. No wonder all three dads fall for the foster daughter later.] [Exactly. The fos
