Bad Luck (Hazel)

Everything was taking a toll on me. The bills were just too many to pay and the money was not enough.

My salary at the hotel was more than I was paid in my previous bartending and waitressing jobs combined but it still wasn’t enough.

I was starting to get frustrated. When things got tough, like they were starting to get, I often thought about how everything with my family fell apart.

I was paying for a mistake I didn’t make. At that moment, I hated my father for what he had done. He had single-handedly doomed my sister and me to a life of suffering.

I wished I had been smart enough to work after college instead of allowing myself to be groomed by my mother to be a billionaire’s wife—a billionaire who left me when my father was exposed for money laundering and fraud.

But even if I had worked, my mother’s parents—my grandparents—would have still blacklisted me from the job market like they were currently doing.

I was on the subway on my way to work when my phone rang. My heart beat loud