Chapter 2
I stared at that phone, remembering when Aria got trapped in an elevator.
She begged me for help, but I straight–up ignored her, just clicked away in my stilettos.
That night, the Reid family heir had his men lock me in some pitch–black room.
Three days and nights–no food, no water. Just hunger, cold, and pure darkness wrapping around
me like a vise.
Julian had my location tracking on his phone. Only he could’ve found me immediately.
So I called him over and over, desperate for rescue.
But he just said: “Apologize properly to Aria, and I’ll come get you right away.”
No way in hell would I cave. I called the cops, but somehow they played the tricks–police couldn’t locate me anywhere.
When officers came to investigate, my dad, brother, and Julian all claimed nothing happened. I even got blacklisted for filing a “false report.”
That time, I endured for three whole days until I hit my absolute limit.
I was so terrified, sobbing as I apologized to Aria.
That was the first time in ten years I’d bowed my head to that toxic mother–daughter duo.
Also the first time in ten years Aria had me completely under her foot.
She said she was so happy that “big sister finally learned her lesson.”
Dad and brother were thrilled I’d “finally matured and well–behaved” and told me to “keep it up.”
After that black room, I developed severe claustrophobia.
Terrified of darkness, of enclosed spaces–but right now? I felt nothing.
Perhaps only when people still want to live will they have such a meaningless emotion as fear.
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This time, I didn’t touch the phone, and just lay in that warehouse for three days.
I remembered so many things.
Remembered childhood when Mom was still around–our family of four perfectly happy, me the adored little princess.
Remembered Mom getting sick, ravaged by chemo and radiation, withering away while Dad spent
less and less time at home.
Remembered Mom’s hysteria when that woman sent intimate photos of herself with Dad during Mom’s worst suffering.
Remembered how she brought her daughter openly to our house to “celebrate” Mom’s final birthday
Mom trembled with rage.
That day, Mom had just returned from chemo, already in agony. Seeing this scene, so her heart suddenly gave out. They couldn’t save her.
That day, my brother held me as we both sobbed for hours.
He stroked my back saying, “Don’t be scared, Katie. You still have me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Less than a month after Mom died, Dad eagerly moved his mistress and stepdaughter into our home.
At first, my brother stood with me, both of us hating the homewreckers.
But when did he start accepting them?
Maybe when Aria handed him her only candy with trembling little hands.
Or when she got bullied at school, acting all brave and stubborn, yet deliberately crouching on my brother’s regular path to wipe away tears…
She was always the fragile, pitiful one–just like her homewrecker mother.
Yet me? Forever cast as the ruthless bully.
I didn’t know since which day, my brother’s eyes changed when he looked at me.
During arguments with Aria, he started taking her side.
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He seemed to forget Mom’s suffering, forget why she died.
When I confronted him, he just got irritated: “Mom had cancer. It was terminal anyway…”
See that? Such a familiar, cold words.
That was Dad’s go–to excuse to defend his mistress, and now my brother repeated it so naturally, without hesitation.
After that, I had no family left.
And now, the person I hand–picked to be my family, for those toxic mother–daughter parasites, didn’t hesitate to drive death’s blade into me again and again.
I looked at my broken limbs, then at that filthy phone, and finally laughed bittly.
This life, filled with nothing but hatred and betrayal, was truly pointless.
So, I never touched that phone. Just lay there for three days, right until the very end.
