His to ruin

rembled, barely audible und

is words confirmed what I

They- they can't be dead. They said they

, "They died in a car crash on

aid slowly even as tears b

desk, "I don't have time for your childish h

out of my throat. It couldn't be. No, they couldn't

till so you

G

e we goi

s you, the pathetic daughter of a gold digging

parent death messed with his head a bit or he's just saying all these words ou

cting like you aren't just some bastard that we got stuck with. Dad should have to

voice. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Had Matte

I did please tell me. I can fi

the problem is right? You- you are the problem! You should never have be

like someone had stabbed a knife through it and I just wante

use, I'm going to make sure you're

e office, intent on heading to my room, but I skidded to a

one of the servant's arms, halti

the attic," the cleaner said,

whose o

me, "From today, if you want to continue being fed, clot

asped, "This i

s anything I say goes," my stepbrother snarled, eyes burn

ean this house from top to bottom and if it i

a servant?" I asked in a shaky

just had to come and disrupt our lives. You had to wiggle your way into my inher

loved and r

oice, "I don't need the love and respect of a pathetic

s, "Why are you doing this?

nd it's high time you start

standing there, clutching my chest

ag. I had just a little bit of money to my name and I couldn't get my inheritance unt

ld leave this house that now felt like m

began to search for the college letter, intent on

he drawers and

n to ransack through my room, search

looking for?

n, "My college letter. It's gone! It was ri

er to

"Master?

er voice, "He was here earlier

with my college letter? He doesn't _" my word

reamed in horror,

n my chest. Who knew what Matteo had done with that letter? Now that he h

s, I bumped into someo

ht together and bracing for a hard fall. All of a sudden, a hand wrapp