Everyone thought that I had a fabulous life and that I loved what I had. For a while I did, but now it just feels like reliving the same day over and over again. The same people, same parties, same problems, everything was always the same. Some people called me a spoiled rich girl, they were right. My family had earned a fortune to get them to the top ten of Forbes Richest, not that I deserved what my dad earned.

My dad has always gotten what he wanted with hard work and time away from family. My mom just had fabulous parties and lunches with all the top ladies of the town. My brother was the golden child, never doing wrong, Harvard gave him a full ride just because they wanted him so bad, even though my dad could pay for his college. Me, well I'm just Cortney Moeller, living in the shadow of an infamous family living in the Hamptons.