Prologue

Warning

This story is purely fictional and a product of the author’s imagination. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the result of creativity or used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, or events is purely coincidental.

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...Chia’s POV...

I’m MyChia Carrington, living under my father’s roof together with his mistress and her children. The wounds on my shoulders kept stinging, but my father ignored them. I didn’t know why, because ever since my mother died, he seemed happier than ever.

I was only five years old when the abuse and bullying started. Even the servants treated me the same way they treated my mother before she took her own life. Sometimes, I felt like I never truly belonged to this family at all because everyone looked at me differently.

They would never give me food from morning until night—sometimes, if I was lucky, I would get leftovers. There were even days when they locked me inside the basement for so long that I could no longer remember what daylight looked like. They always said this was what parents called “love.”

But I wasn’t foolish enough to believe them.

This wasn’t love.

It was torture.

They treated me like an animal trapped inside a zoo cage.

Those painful memories kept flashing back in my mind.

In the Living Room

The sharp sound of a whip echoed across the room while I knelt on the cold floor. My father continued striking my back mercilessly.

I sobbed uncontrollably, clutching my skirt tightly in my trembling hands.

“I didn’t do it…” I whispered weakly, staring at the floor as the whip tore against my skin again. I could already feel another wound opening, and my tears fell endlessly onto the ground.

“HOW DARE YOU PUSH YOUR SISTER DOWN THE STAIRS?!” my father shouted angrily, his deep voice filled with rage as he raised the whip once more and lashed it against my back.

“I… I didn’t…” My voice shook between my cries.

“I saw it with my own eyes! You pushed my daughter, you bitch!” my stepmother screamed dramatically. “Hit her again, Roderic, so she’ll learn her lesson for messing with our beloved daughter, Aurora.”

I knew she was enjoying every second of this while my father continued hurting me without hesitation.

“Please… it hurts…” My voice trembled painfully, but they only seemed more entertained by my suffering.

All I could do was cry.

I was just a five-year-old child trapped inside a family that only knew how to abuse me.

To be Continued…

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Author: Hi I'm cytales you can call me CY for short, and it's my first time doing writing a novel in the MANGATOON.

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