Love Unbreakable
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
Love After Divorce
Tears Of The Moon: A Dance With Lycan Royalty
Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen?
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Lisa POV:
"Lisa, kneel before me and apologize to Ada!"
Robin's cold, commanding voice echoed through the massive living room. I stood still, my hand brushing against the tape recorder hidden in my pocket. I stared at my brother sitting on the sofa.
Beside him, Ada sat delicately, the perfect Giovanni heiress, despite not sharing a drop of our blood. Yet here we were, my own brother demanding that I kneel for her.
"Lisa! You deliberately pushed Ada down the stairs! How could you be so malicious? You're worse than a beast!" Robin's voice cracked like a whip.
Worse than a beast.
The words felt like glass cutting into me, but I kept my face blank, suppressing the sharp pain tightening my chest. "I didn't"
Before I could even finish, a glass flew from Robin's hand, shattering at my feet. The impact sent sharp splinters of glass tearing into my skin.
"You still dare to argue?"
I felt the sting, the slow burn of blood trickling down my leg. But I didn't flinch. I was used to his temper and cruelty. None of it surprised me anymore.
"Robin, please, don't hit her!" Ada's soft voice pleaded, like a perfect angel. "She didn't push me. It wasn't on purpose..."
Ada's performance was flawless, as always. Robin's face softened at her words, his anger redirected. "Ada, why defend her? You could've been injured. Do you know how much worse that would be for a girl?"
A girl?
As if I wasn't a girl, too. As if my blood wasn't still pooling around the glass at my feet. He hadn't even glanced at the wound he'd caused me.
I glanced at Ada. There was that flicker again. The faintest hint of satisfaction behind her innocent eyes.
"Lisa," Robin began, his tone shifting to a familiar lecture, "when we brought you back into this family, you were told to treat Ada like a sister. Yet, look at what you've done. These two years, you've been nothing but trouble."
I forced a smile, the bitterness spreading across my lips. Two years ago, when they found me, my adopted parents, whom i called my grandparents, were already dead. I had hoped foolishly that this family would be my home, that I wouldn't be alone anymore.
For two years, I had given Ada everything. Everything. And what had I gotten? Only scorn, abuse, and cold dismissals.
I had heard them, late at night, when they thought I wasn't listening. "If only Lisa had stayed gone. If only she had died out there."
Died out there?
The words were etched into me like a brand. My heart, once fragile, had hardened into something cold, something distant. Why did they hate me so much? What had I done?
I blinked slowly, feeling an odd sense of calm wash over me. It was over. I didn't need this anymore. This family, these people, they weren't mine. They never .
Robin picked up a metal ruler. "If you don't apologize, Lisa, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
But I wasn't afraid anymore. Before he could strike, I caught his wrist in my hand, my grip firm.
"Lisa!" His voice froze in his throat.
For two years, I had taken everything, his anger and cruelty without a word. But not anymore.
I looked him square in the eye, my voice steady. "I didn't push Ada."
Robin's expression darkened, refusing to believe me. But I didn't care. Not anymore.
"If I prove I didn't," I said quietly, "then you and Ada will kneel and apologize to me."
His face twisted with fury. "What did you say?! You dare ask me to kneel? You!"
Ada shifted uneasily, sensing a shift in the air. She had expected me to crumble like I always did. But not this time.
"Robin," Ada began, feigning concern, "please, don't be angry."
"Quiet!" Robin snapped, the veins on his forehead bulging. "I want to see what so-called evidence you have."
Without a word, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the tape recorder. Ada's face drained of color. She knew.
I pressed play.