No More Birthdays For Me
Language: en
For five years, I’ve lived in the shadow of a title that tasted like ash: The Cursed Heir. It started because my best friend, Derek, died on my birthday—exactly one year to the day after my fiancée, Cora, was killed in a tragic accident. They used to call me "The Golden Boy" with a wink and a smile, but after they were gone, that nickname became a leaden weight around my neck. A curse. I spent every waking moment wondering if they’d still be here if I hadn’t insisted on celebrating another year of my life. I was at a private academy helping my nephew with his transfer paperwork when I saw…