After He Destroyed Me, I Became His Obsession

My brothers hated me because they said I killed our parents in the car accident. Only it wasn’t me.

It was her.

Naira. The perfect sister they adopted. The one who smiled sweetly while turning my life into hell.

For years I lived as her shadow, her scapegoat, her monster. Then Dane Vale walked into our mansion: the man who saw me, saved me, and said the words I’d been starving to hear.

“Here, no one can hurt you.”

“Would you believe me if I said I love you?”

I did.

I believed him. I gave him everything.

Then I found out the truth. Dane wasn’t my savior. He was hers.

Naira’s fiancé.

And when I got pregnant with his child, he forced me to donate blood for her.

I begged him to stop. He didn’t. I lost the baby.

That night, I walked barefoot to the bridge.

The wind was cold, the river darker than the sky.

“I hope you both burn,” I whispered.

Then I jumped.