She pretended to belong for one unforgettable night—and lost everything she thought she wanted.

Raised by a resilient single mother, Mira always believed she deserved a taste of the luxury others were born into. But when one night of deception sends her on a spiral of broken friendships, stolen jewelry, and a loan that nearly costs her everything, Mira must learn what truly matters. In a world obsessed with appearances, she discovers the strength of truth, forgiveness, and the courage to start over—with nothing but her real self.

Hello guys, I\'m Mira—and I\'m unlucky.

I was born to a single mother who worked tirelessly to make ends meet, and believe me, they were rarely met. Even though we were always drowning under a pile of bills, my mother was weirdly positive and raised me to be the same. But I was just built differently.

I felt I was prettier and smarter than most girls my age. I got good grades and never got into trouble, so why couldn’t I have expensive things? It didn’t seem fair. As time went on, I realized that to live comfortably, you needed money. Lots of it.

I constantly compared my life to kids around me—especially my best friend Zara. We’d been together since kindergarten. Even though she was richer than me, she never treated me differently. Zara even had an older brother, Liam, who I always thought had a little crush on me.

Prom was coming up, and I had nothing to wear. Mom offered her old dress, but it was worn and stained. I felt awful after rejecting it, so I used all my money to buy her a bouquet—and myself a new dress.

On prom night, Liam was speechless. We danced, and he tried to give me a gold bracelet, hinting at something more. I panicked and ran—right into Ethan, a guy from school who invited me to a party. I ditched prom and left with him, not thinking of the consequences.

The next morning, Zara was furious. “You ditched my brother for that shady Ethan,” she said. She was right. I chased money and status over friendship. And we never spoke again.

Time passed. I got a job at a fancy hotel and met Camille, a rich heiress studying at Harvard. She reminded me of Zara—fun, kind, and full of life. We became close, and eventually, she asked me to help with her father’s business.

One day I discovered the company accountant was embezzling money. Camille fired him and rewarded me with a job as her personal manager—my dream come true. But when I told Mother, she looked disappointed.

“You should go to college,” she said. “Money isn’t everything.” I didn’t listen.

Working with Camille was a whirlwind. We traveled the world, and I finally felt like I belonged—until the night I met Jasper, a charming millionaire who invited me to a fundraiser.

Desperate to impress him, I wore a diamond necklace from Camille’s closet without permission. At the event, Jasper flaunted me—until I overheard him telling friends he was only using me to get close to Camille.

Humiliated, I dumped a drink on him and stormed off. But as I wandered alone, two men mugged me and stole the necklace. I couldn’t go to the police—it would reveal everything.

I went home in tears and told my mother. She helped me take out a loan against our home to replace the necklace. I returned it quietly, then quit and left town with Mom.

Years passed in struggle. I waitressed, babysat, and taught—barely surviving while repaying the loan. I spent every night regretting that one night of pretending.

Then one day, I saw Camille again. I broke down and told her everything. She hugged me and said, “Mira, that necklace? It was a knockoff. Maybe $200 at most.”

I couldn’t believe it.

She gave it back. I sold it, paid off the loan, and rented a small apartment for me and Mother. I finally started preparing for college again.

On my first day, I bumped into someone in the hallway—Liam. He smiled, and in that moment, I realized it wasn’t too late to fix my mistakes.