Maya
My mother and I had never been on good terms.
Actually, that’s putting it lightly. We’d never been on any terms at all. She made sure I knew exactly how much she disliked me, and she wasn’t subtle about it either.
Most people didn’t notice at first. They had to look closely to see the resentment simmering under every interaction we had. But it was always there.
I was never her favorite child. Hell, I was barely even considered her child. I was just a means to an end, a tool she could use to climb the social ladder.
That’s why she’d wanted me groveling at Mason’s feet instead of telling me to choose myself over humiliation. She cared more about what she could get from him than she cared about my wellbeing as her daughter.
And I hated her for it.
My father was different. He was t
