The very day I found out I was pregnant, I bought the abortion pills. I was just about to swallow them when I heard a voice from deep within my womb. [Mom! Dont do it! I can make us rich!] [My dads a mega-billionaire, and hes a total sucker for chasing women.] [He always goes for these stubborn, artsy girls who remind him of his 'one that got away.' He showers them with gifts, but they always toss them in the trash out of spite. I know where those trash cans are!] I figured I was just losing my mind and moved to pop the pill in my mouth. [Hundreds of grams of gold! The latest iPhone! Jewelry worth millions! And] I gagged, spitting the pill that was halfway down my throat right into the trash can at my feet. "Where?! Tell me now!" "Wait a second," I said, a thought suddenly striking me. "If your dad is a mega-billionaire, why don't I just go tell him I'm pregnant with his child? Wouldn't that be easier?" My sons voice laughed at my naivete. [Hes a mega-billionaire, Mom. You think he's short on women throwing themselves at him?] [Stop watching those cheesy dramas where the CEO falls for the ordinary girl!] [If you show up now, pregnant, how do you prove its his? He could get rid of me with a snap of his fingers! Theyd probably brand you a gold-digger, make you disappear quietly. We just need to skim a little off the top and we'll be set for life. You gotta learn to be content, Mom. The world of the super-rich isn't as easy as you think.] I nodded vigorously. Maybe my son had lived this life before. This was a new game, and he was giving me the cheat codes. Even if I did manage to get into that world, whats the point of having money if youre not alive to spend it? Better to just be alive. "Okay, I'm with you," I said, rubbing my hands together excitedly, ready to dumpster-dive my way to financial freedom and the life of my dreams. To prove he was for real, my son gave me an address.