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Chapter 1

"Mara, open this door, you girl!!" I heard my mom shout from my bedroom door, so I quickly got up and fixed my bed.

"Just a moment, mom!" I shouted back while tidying up. Mom doesn't like my room to be messy, not even the bed, so I made sure everything was neat. I immediately opened the door and stumbled backward as a powerful slap greeted me.

"Why did you take so long to open the door? What time is it, and you're only getting up now!" she yelled angrily. I stood up right away, ignoring the slap because I was used to it, even though it hurt.

"I was just fixing my bed," I explained, closing my eyes as she raised her hand again. But nothing touched my cheek, so I slowly opened my eyes to see my brother holding mom's hand to stop her from slapping me.

"What are you doing, Kendrick? Let go of my hand. That girl needs to be punished for being so slow," mom said angrily.

"Mom, stop that. I'll take care of her," my brother said as he lowered mom's hand but didn't let go of it until he looked at me. Mom took a deep breath before Kendrick released her hand.

"You're lucky. Now, go cook downstairs," she said, pointing at me, then fixed herself before leaving. I looked at my brother, who was now looking at me with concern. He touched my cheek where I was slapped, making me flinch slightly.

"Does it hurt?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No, it's okay. I'll go downstairs to cook now so you won't get scolded by mom," I said, gently removing his hand from my cheek.

I walked downstairs quickly, fearing mom would get angrier. When I got there, I found our helper already cooking. We have a helper, but mom doesn't want me to be idle because she doesn't want me to be a burden.

I'm also her daughter, but she treats me differently compared to my brother Kent and my sister Kira. She favors Kent the most, so when he defends me, there's nothing she can do.

I decided to help our helper with the cooking.

We were already at the dining table, eating quietly. The table was long, with Kent at the end, mom and Kira in front of me. I noticed Kent kept glancing at me, worried. He always watches over me to make sure I don't get hurt or scolded, but it still happens when he's not around.

I was in my room sulking. I had already finished all my chores. It was Saturday, so there was no school. I'm in senior high school, and my older brother owns the school I attend. In the building next to ours is the college where my sister Kira studies. I wanted to go out with my friends, but I was afraid of getting scolded and hurt again.

Mom is extremely strict. She doesn't want me to go out with my friends because she believes they will distract me from my studies. I get scolded and hurt whenever my scores or grades are low, so I always try my best to make her proud of me, but it never seems to be enough.

I was five years old when my father died in a car accident. Since then, I've experienced their maltreatment. Mom would always hit me for even the smallest mistakes. My sister would often frame me for things she did, like breaking a glass, and I would be punished for it.

When I was younger, my brother also hurt me, but as I grew older, he became kinder.

He is now my savior. He is incredibly kind and always protects me. We are very close and he is very sweet. I’m so lucky to have him as my defender.

He's my brother, Kentdrick Cint Santiago. He’s seven years older than me. Their last name, Santiago, is the same as my sister Kira’s. I don’t know why mine is different since they never talk about it. Maybe we have different fathers, but I don’t make an issue out of it. What’s important is that they are my siblings.

However, there’s one thing that annoys me about my brother—he's even stricter than Mom sometimes. He doesn't like any boys getting close to me. I know he’s just being protective, but sometimes it’s too much, even when they just ask me questions.

When that happens, he calls me to his office, scolds me, then holds my face and apologizes for scolding me, saying he’s just protecting me. Sometimes, he even kisses me on the cheek. I don’t mind if that’s his way of apologizing.