Confessions of a Trump Heiress

Chapter One

A/N: All chapters are in Emerald's POV unless stated otherwise. This chapter is mainly about her background, and then the real action starts in the following chapter.

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I wasn't raised rich and famous. Quite the opposite, actually.

I was born in inner-city Philadelphia, to a young single mom named Ruby Coleman.

Now my mom was dealt a rotten hand in life. She spent her whole childhood being shuffled from one foster home to another. No real family. No stability. Always broke.

But she was smart, and she never gave up on her dream of becoming an elementary teacher. She worked hard in school, made good grades, and got into college. She took on a waitressing job to earn money at night, while going to class during the day.

She was stressed, and barely making ends meet...but she was surviving. Then one night, she decided to take a break from it all and go partying with her college friends.

Long story short? She drank too much. Met a guy. Had a one-night-stand. And ended up with me.

I never knew anything about my biological father. I didn't even think about him all that much. My mom was all the family I needed.

We never had a lot of money, but she finally got her teaching license when I was a baby. Wanting a fresh start, she took a job that moved us to Savannah, Georgia. And I grew up in a two-bedroom cottage in a middle-class neighborhood.

Mom invested everything she could into seeing that I had a good childhood. She signed me up for sports, Girl Scouts, dance lessons...you name it. She helped me with my homework every night. She told me that she loved me every single day. I couldn't have asked for a better parent.

As for friends, I had plenty of them. But my best friend was a boy named Diego Rivera. We made a weird pair, especially when we got to high school. He was the outgoing, funny, star baseball player. And I was the smart girl who had a love for writing and sarcasm. Somehow, we worked perfectly together.

My life was ordinary, but I loved it.

Of course, I eventually found a way to turn it all upside down. Thanks to AncestryDNA.

In my defense, that DNA test looked harmless on the ten thousand commercials that I'd seen on TV. It just slices you up like a pie, and tells you what parts of the world your DNA comes from. And I was curious about myself. I knew my mom was black, and suspected that my father was white- but I didn't know anything in detail, like what particular countries my ancestors came from.

So, I got my mom to buy me a DNA test for my eighteenth birthday. I think she was interested in finding my dad, since she remembered very little about him. I doubted that could actually happen. I just thought I'd find out what parts of the world I was made of.

I could've never guessed the chaos that would result from this test.

On May 27, 2019, I got my DNA results back.

And this is where our story really begins.