Chapter 105: [Bonus - ] The Star’s Flower
//t.w: suicide//
Radia Mallarc was the epitome of growing up with everything in his grasp.
He was born to a dynasty of power and wealth, as an only child that had no need to concern himself with a war of succession. But even with that status, the family let him do whatever he wanted. He could succeed the Mortix Group if he wanted, and he could become an active esper should he desire.
As if heaven sounded their agreement, Radia was also gifted with talent. Whether it was in taking care of the family’s business, or managing his awakened power. And no, he also wasn’t the type of genius who secretly worked hard or anything. He really did things easily, had a great comprehension ability, and was blessed with perfect memory.
People flocked to him, whether because they were fascinated by his charm, or to get connected to the Mallarc. He didn’t care about that though, it only gave him good reason to also took advantage of them. For Radia, it was a win-win.
He carried no burden, and was as free as a seed of a flower riding the wind to seek a place where he would take his roots. His life was perfect--so perfect that he often got bored and did some mischievous pranks. Even then, no one could tell him off.
His life couldn’t be more different than mine.
I was raised under a conservative father--and a conservative husband--that only cared for achievement. Getting born into this world wasn’t one of them. Or birthing a daughter. He was hard on my mother, and almost didn’t care about my older sister.
But even after I was born, it didn’t satisfy him.
I wasn’t talented enough. I didn’t awaken early enough. I was even sickly during my infancy. The moment I could walk and talk, I was immediately put under the strict tutelage of my father, who had no qualms about getting physical as a form of discipline. Doing good was a must, nothing to be proud of. Doing bad was a disgrace, and there was no such thing as a second chance.
My mother did not agree with everything he did to us, but that didn’t mean she had enough courage to voice her opinion--she was taught to be obedient after all. She knew we had a hard time, but even while comforting us, she told us to never show it in front of father.