Not His Princess Chapter 2

Ten years ago today, my mother got into a car accident on her way to buy me the strawberry cake I’d been craving.

She left us forever.

And from that day on, Matthew hated me.

At her funeral, he announced to everyone, "As of today, Lynn is no longer my daughter."

I crouched on the floor, blinking my red-rimmed eyes at him, lost and confused. I was too young then to understand the finality in his voice.

Only later, as I grew up, did I realize how absolute his decree had been.

His company went public. His net worth skyrocketed.

And with his new fortune, he adopted Isla.

From then on—

His affection was for Isla alone.

Isla lived in the master suite of our mansion; I was given the maid’s quarters.

A chauffeur drove Isla to and from her elite private school.

I took the city bus.

Her closet overflowed with new clothes.

I wore her cast-offs.

Isla was the princess.

I was the live-in servant.

And he was right. I was a servant with no parents to call my own.