Back then, my mom was still young, and my stepfather had luck on his side. When he started a small business, it turned into an overnight fortune. Soon, he bought several copper mines, and with favorable policies at the time, the profits poured in.
In just a few short years, he’d earned enough to keep our family comfortable for generations.
Once the money came, my mom worried he might change and tried to convince him to have more children. But he refused every time. Holding me close with a smile, he said, “Mirabelle is my lucky star. She’s the reason I became wealthy. She’s the only daughter I’ll ever have in this life.”
And he meant it. Back then, he treated me like a princess. A single diamond he gifted me would be worth millions. Luxury cars and mansions were also nothing unusual.
But life didn't always go the way you wanted it to.
A few years ago, my mother died in a sudden car accident.
Mirabelle's POV
The police had come by. From the scene, it was clear my mom’s death really was from a car accident.
She was the only car on the road that day. Driving way over the speed limit, she lost control on a curve and rolled over.