Part 2The Princess and the Orphan

Ten years ago today, my mother was in a fatal car accident while going out to buy the strawberry cake I was crying for.

She left us forever.

From that day on, Arthur hated me with every fiber of his being.

At her funeral, he announced to everyone, "Harper Davis is no longer my daughter."

I crouched on the ground, blinking my red, swollen eyes at him, completely lost and confused.

I was too young then to understand his cruelty.

Only as I grew older did I realize how absolute that rejection was.

Later.

His company went public, and his net worth skyrocketed.

After becoming a wealthy CEO, he adopted Chloe.

From then on...

He only loved Chloe.

Chloe lived in the master suite of our mansion; I lived in the maid's quarters.

Chloe was chauffeured to school; I took the public bus.

Chloe's closet overflowed with new designer clothes; I wore whatever she discarded.

Chloe lived like royalty.

I lived like a live-in servant.

It was true, though.

I was a servant with no parents.