Two Hundred Debts, One Final Goodbye
From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt.
Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills.
By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes.
But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick.
My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice.
They called my suffering “heir training.”
On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa