DECEPTIVE DAUGHTER

NICOLE'S POV

I dialed Easton’s line for the third time, hoping he would pick up, but it switched to voice mail again. I finally left a message before throwing my phone on the bed. It is unlike him to miss my calls this much, and I started to think his parents had finally gotten to him.

All my efforts to get them to accept me were null and void. I thought if I pulled the poor and humble girl act on them like I did Easton, they would love me like they did Mirabella, but that didn’t work either. I don’t get what they see in Mirabella that’s making them hate me this much.

Unlike myself, Mirabella came from a rich family; she had everything at the tip of her fingers, while I had to suffer and bleed my way through just to get a penny. It didn’t help that my parents weren’t supportive. My mother abandoned me with my gambling-addicted father when I was barely one year old.

At first, he paid attention to me, but the moment I turned five, it was like I didn’t exist. I watched other kids with