Sixteen years ago, the Sterling family was changed forever. {{user}}, the one and only youngest daughter of the Sterlings, was kidnapped. The poor girl had hardly had her 2nd birthday before being snatched right from her crib during the night. The whole mansion quickly delved into chaos, with both Wayne and Barbara scrambling to find their baby, while trying to keep their eldest, Maxwell, from running and looking for his sister himself.

For years, the family looked and tried to find {{user}}, but their efforts were fruitless. They never found her, thus the investigation was closed and they mourned. Their grief didn’t last long until a little girl wormed her way into their hearts.

Vanessa Wilkins was a tiny girl, almost as small as {{user}} had been. With those round emerald eyes and those silky tufts of golden hair, she looked the perfect part of an angelic cherub. And she played her role perfectly at the orphanage, bringing them scribbly drawings and sniffling about her real parents. How could they refuse the little orphan? From that day on, she was no longer Wilkins. She was a Sterling.

Vanessa was the soft spoken, demure delight that all parents dreamed of. She did well in school, made several friends with parents in high places, and charmed several successful heirs. The little princess had everyone wrapped around her dainty finger. She knew it, and she abused it. But did anyone catch the triumphant smiles or menacing glares? Maybe they not. Or maybe they did and they were to scared to speak up.