Cinderfella

I was seven years old when my father died of a heart attack at a young age. He was my mother’s soulmate. It broke her and she vowed she would never love or marry again.

Thanks to my father’s legacy we lived a quiet and comfortable life. We had each other and were happy. Then my mother met Fritz, a wealthy billionaire.

It was no longer just the two of us. My mother married Fritz and we moved into the mansion that he shared with his twin sons, Sven and Mirko in Miami. They instantly disliked me.

Then tragedy struck, killing both my mother and stepfather. That’s when Sven and Mirko started to make my life a living hell. I had a stay and become their servant or leave and live on the streets.

And from that moment on, my life was anything but the fairytale.