The Hated Daughter & The Billionaire

l trees in my mother's garden. The murmuring of the rain o

had been crying since she received the second invitation from An

the past six months was last seen in our house. He began to send an invit

id before her disappearance. No o

alencia was her favorite and I was the hated daughter. So no one paid attention to E

n jail. Despite their hate and maltreatments, I love my younger si

er. Empathy encompassed my soul resulting in tears. I wished she never attacked Elen

I am the first daughter of Mr. Kennedy and Mrs. Margaret Dias. I have a

at my slim waist hung gracefully on my moderately shaped hips. He liked my waist a lot a

avorite, my sister was raised like a princess. She had f

nt to nightclubs, smoked, drank alcohol, and returned home lat

operly cleaned, the lawn was not properly mowe

dopted. But people's inability to differentiate between me

e as though I had cancer. She flared up and told me t

my dad. She cheated and wanted to get away, but my sudden emergence glued her to

ht, I knew she will never love me, so I quit

nd then, leaving me in the hands of my enemies. A sister who was

looked at her and turned my face, focusing on the trees that were swaying gracefully i

lked toward me. I have heard that countless times espe

ou?" My mom kept screaming at me. Tears clouded my eyes, but I controlled them. She w

ncy! I'll make sure your dad removes your name as one of the shareholders of Ken

ng I never tried. She and Valen

o support your wedding, but I'm going to thrash it.

She needs to meet Andres and fi

in the western outskirt of Bogota! It is a hidden home for criminals! A lot of grizzly deaths and kidna

e is nothing I can do too. I'm not the one he i

alike, he won't sp

estate where a lot of grizzly deaths and kidnappings have been linke

t elder sisters do. Protect their younger

e to my aid the day I mistakingly hit an old woman on the street of Jericó," I said, picked up

sion. The rain was quite heavy but I didn't mind. They were

h and I knew he would welcome me with open arms. The road looked deserted as a r