The door creaked open, and I immediately tensed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course it was her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Harper, my cousin\u2019s personal maid.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was the same age as us. She started working here when she was fifteen, but maid was a generous title for her. She was my cousin\u2019s shadow, mouthpiece, and full-time headache. Honestly, the two of them shared one brain cell, when they weren\u2019t using it to torment me and Sebastian.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She paused in the doorway, surprise flashing across her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou-\u201d she started.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at her, blank and emotionless. She looked at my face, then at the suitcase in my hand, and finally at Tiger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her lips curled. \u201cOh? Isn\u2019t this Miss Violet? Or am I hallucinating? Is this not the same girl who stormed out a year ago like some tragic heroine acting like she wouldn\u2019t come back? What\u2019s this, then? A dramatic return?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer, or gave her a single word. I just shoved past her like she was nothing more than air. She stumbled backwards with a startled gasp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHey!\u201d she snapped behind me. \u201cYou can\u2019t just \u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tiger barked at her, causing her to stop mid-sentence and step back from me. She glared. \u201cWho is this beast? You can\u2019t bring him into the house! Miss Riley is allergic to dogs. Are you planning to kill her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at Tiger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Allergic?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley wasn\u2019t allergic, she was just terrified. Dogs had always chased her when she was younger. I remembered one time a tiny, barky one had her screaming like she was being murdered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tiger stood calmly beside me, tail swishing once. I lowered my hand to his head, fingers sinking into the soft fur between his ears. He let out a low, satisfied rumble.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That\u2019s what I loved about animals, they just knew who the good people were and who the bad ones were.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked back at her, who was still glaring at me like I\u2019d dragged a demon into the house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
While part of me would have loved to see Riley screeching and runing across the living room in her fancy heels, I didn\u2019t want Tiger getting hurt because of her. If she screamed loud enough, my aunt might actually have him killed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I sighed and knelt slightly, stroking his back. \u201cGuess you\u2019ll have to stay outside for now, boy. I will come back and take you to my room after I sort everything out.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tiger huffed like he didn\u2019t approve, but he didn\u2019t resist when I gely nudged him toward the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I straightened, and walked into the house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The mansion hadn\u2019t changed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cold marble floors, high ceilings, a chandelier that cost more than my tuition.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
Your father and well y protect yo\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everything was wrong. It was nothing like the warm home I remembered\u00a0<\/p>\n
After my parents died, my aunt gutted the place. She renovated everything, tossed out the furniture, removed every photo, erased every trace of my parents and brother. I was left with only a handful of things to remember them by.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked up at the wall. A painting now hung where my mother\u2019s framed embroidery used to be. The memory hit me like a punch\u00a0<\/p>\n
to the chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Flashback\u00a0<\/p>\n
I ran through the hallway, giggling, clutching Sebastian\u2019s favorite oy in my arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cViiiooleeet!\u201d he wailed behind me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned and stuck out my tongue. \u201cToo slow, Sebby!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Five-year-old Sebastian\u2019s face crumpled. Big tears welled up in his round eyes. He let out a loud sniffle, then the crying started.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blinked. \u201cSeb-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do to make him cry this time, Violet?\u201d my father\u2019s voice rang out from the dinner table.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I peeked in. He sat on the couch, newspaper open in his hands, only glancing up with one raised brow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t do anything!\u201d I shouted, hiding the toy behind my back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sebastian sniffled harder and clung to Father\u2019s leg. \u201cViolet took my toy, daddy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I did not!\u201d I pouted, backing away, both hands behind me. But I wasn\u2019t fast enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A hand reached behind me and gently plucked the toy from my grip\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned around, already sulking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSkyler!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My older brother grinned down at me, that infuriating dimple in his left cheek showing as he held the toy up like it was evidence\u00a0<\/p>\n
in a crime.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s this then?\u201d he asked, teasing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I crossed my arms and stuck out my lower lip. Skyler turned to Sebastian, who was still sniffling dramatically, his chubby cheeks blotchy and red. Skyler patted his curly red hair, knelt down, and handed him the toy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHere you go, champ. Don\u2019t cry.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sebastian\u2019s eyes lit up instantly, and he wiped his face with his sleeves. \u201cThank you, Sky!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I scowled, still pouting. \u201cI also wanted to play with that toy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
From the kitchen, I heard the soft clatter of plates. My mother stepped out, her apron still tied over her simple blue dress, followed by two maids balancing dishes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She placed the steaming tray down on the dining table, then walk over to me and without a word, litted me into her arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm,\u201d she chuckled, shaking her head gently. \u201cTwelve years old and still fighting over toys.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wrapped my arms around her neck and inhaled her scent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have to let things go just because I\u2019m older,\u201d I murmured\u00a0<\/p>\n
She laughed and kissed my cheek.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe not,\u201d she said. \u201cBut being the older sister means learning to share.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
Your father and will always protect you\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
She placed me in my chair, then did the same for Sebastian, kissing the top of his head. Skyler slid into his usual seat across from me. My father looked up from his newspaper.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s because you\u2019re all still young,\u201d he said, folding the paper. \u201cWhen you grow up, you\u2019ll have to sacrifice a lot more for your brother. I once operated on a man who asked me to remove his heart and give it to his son. That\u2019s a sacrifice.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sebastian stared at him, horrified. I, on the other hand, was practically bouncing in my seat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDid the father die?\u201d I asked, eyes wide.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe man died, of course\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLeo,\u201d my mother cut in, swatting his arm with a dish towel. \u201cSto. You\u2019re scaring Seb.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My father blinked, then laughed. \u201cSorry. Sometimes I get carried away.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Skyler rolled his eyes. \u201cDad, maybe save the heart surgery stories for after dinner.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My father was more than just a doctor, he was the director of one of the top three hospitals in the country. I was incredibly proud to be his daughter. Unlike Skyler and Sebastian, who had no interest in medicine, I was fascinated by it. I wanted to take over the hospital one day.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Dad turned to me and smiled. \u201cAt least little Violet thinks I\u2019m cool\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nodded eagerly. \u201cYes! You\u2019re so cool.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My mother rolled her eyes and turned to me. \u201cYou don\u2019t need to sacrifice anything, Violet. You and Seb just need to learn to share, that\u2019s all we want. I want the three of you to love each other. Your father and I will always protect you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Across the table, Sebastian glanced at his toy. Then, without a word, he reached out and gently slid it toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHere,\u201d he said softly. \u201cYou can play with it, big sis.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at the toy, then at him, a slow smile tugging at my lips. \u201cHehe\u2026 actually, I am the older sister, so I\u2019ll let you play with\u00a0<\/p>\n
it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He grinned wide, and my parents chuckled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Skyler scoffed, shaking his head. \u201cHer and her little ego.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My mother smiled as she placed the last bowl on the table. \u201cAlright, let\u2019s eat.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nodded, letting my gaze sweep over each of them before smiling,\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was so lucky to have had a family like them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2013\u00a0<\/p>\n
End of Flashback\u00a0<\/p>\n
A burst of laughter pulled me back to the present.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blinked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My eyes shifted to the dining room at the far end of the hall. The sound was coming from there.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I exhaled quietly and wiped my cheek.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Somehow, tears had fallen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stop it, I told myself. That family\u2019s gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I took a deep breath and walked toward the dining room. When I reached the entrance, I stopped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They didn\u2019t see me right away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
Canderen got lucky\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cinderella got lucky\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve never seen the Cinderella movies before.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve only read the books.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The story was simple, a girl loses her mother young, her father remarries a beautiful but wicked woman with two cruel daughters, and when her father dies, well, that\u2019s when the real nightmare begins.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They strip her of everything. Her place, her voice, and her freedom\u00a0<\/p>\n
As a kid, I hated it. Not because it was sad, but because it was stupid\u00a0<\/p>\n
She owned the house, didn\u2019t she? Why didn\u2019t Cinderella just tell them to leave? Why didn\u2019t she fight back? It made no sense to me. She just let herself be walked on like some kind of doormat in pearls.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was probably why I never watched the movie. And as an adult I didn\u2019t watch it because there was no point.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why would I want to watch it, when I was living it?\u00a0<\/p>\n
My aunt was cruel. My cousins were evil. But unlike Cinderella, I wasn\u2019t locked in a dusty attic, I had my own room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The only real difference between us? Her prince wasn\u2019t an asshole\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe Cinderella got lucky. At least her story ended with someone choosing her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My uncle was the first to break the suffocating silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cViolet?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My aunt stood suddenly, napkin falling from her lap. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I opened my mouth to speak when Riley laughed out loud. Her shoulders shook as she wiped away fake tears.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her mother turned to her, brows drawn. \u201cRiley? What is it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley barely calmed down enough to breathe. \u201cAh, sorry,\u201d she said between gasps, \u201cit\u2019s just\u2026 it\u2019s true.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s true?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley gave me a long, amused look. \u201cAt first, when Nora told me, I thought she was just being dramatic. I mean, no matter how much of a bad luck magnet Violet is, her boyfriend wouldn\u2019t just let her drown, and save someone else, right?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart skipped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley\u2019s grin widened. \u201cBut she was right. I didn\u2019t believe it until now. Look at her, she\u2019s back here like a stray cat. So yeah, I guess he really did save Nora instead of her. This just proves nobody loves you, Violet. Not even the guy you thought would save you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words hit like a slap but I didn\u2019t say anything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRiley, that\u2019s enough,\u201d my uncle said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her mother rolled her eyes. \u201cWhat? She didn\u2019t say anything untrue Violet left this house acting like her boytriend worshipped the ground she walked on. Like she was better than everyone here And look at her now. She is back here after she was dumped. Crawling home like a little girl who lost her way.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to speak that way,\u201d my uncle said, his voice cutting through the tension. \u201cYou don\u2019t know what she\u2019s going through.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My aunt snapped her head toward him. \u201cStop taking her side! We are your family for Christ\u2019s sake.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley sat back down, arms crossed, that same smug smirk plastered across her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cridere geky\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at them. This was how it always went.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My aunt and Riley tossing barbed words at me, and my uncle, always trying to help.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I took a deep breath and said calmly, \u201cI came back because I don\u2019t have any place to live. That\u2019s it. Once I find a place, I\u2019ll leave.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My uncle turned to me, his expression softening. \u201cYou don\u2019t need to worry about that, Violet. You can stay here as long as you want. This house is yours, after all. We only came here to take care of you and Sebastian.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My aunt stiffened. I saw her mouth twitch like she wanted to protest, but she couldn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t because he was right. This house belonged to me and Seb.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After our parents and Skylar died, this was still our home. They only moved in to fill a space that was never theirs to own.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was like a switch had flipped after the funeral. The warmth theysed to show when my parents were alive vanished. What was left was their true selves, except my uncle.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was the only one who still looked at us like we were people worth protecting. That was why I never asked him for anything. I never brought my problems to him. I didn\u2019t want him to fight with his family.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gave him a genuine smile. \u201cThank you,\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He nodded. \u201cYou should rest. I\u2019ll ask the maid to bring you something to eat.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd, one more thing, uncle. I have a dog with me. I\u2019ll keep him in my room. He\u2019s well-behaved, and I promise he won\u2019t bother anyone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley\u2019s smile dropped instantly. My aunt blinked and then snapped \u201cHell no! My baby is allergic to dogs!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She gestured toward Riley like she was some kind of delicate flower instead of a venomous weed. \u201cYou can\u2019t bring a demon into our house.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My uncle frowned, beginning to raise his hands. \u201cYes, maybe we should-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said, cutting him off. \u201cI\u2019m bringing him inside. No matter what you decide. And his name is Tiger, not demon.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My aunt\u2019s eyes widened, probably not used to me talking back anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tiger wasn\u2019t just a dog. He was my child. And I\u2019d be damned if I let her insult anyone I cared about. My uncle sighed and rubbed his temple. \u201cFine,\u201d he said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDad!\u201d Riley shrieked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHoney!\u201d My aunt barked at him. But he just shook his head and looked at them both.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough. Remember when you brought home a cat? Violet was allergic. She didn\u2019t say a word. She got sick for days, and she still didn\u2019t complain.\u201d He looked at me. \u201cYou\u2019ll keep the dog in your room, right?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nodded once. \u201cOf course.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen it\u2019s settled.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned and walked out of the dining room, keeping my head high even though I could feel their eyes burning a hole in the back of my skull.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Harper stood near the hallway, arms crossed, glaring like she waned me to disappear. I didn\u2019t even spare her a glance. Instead, I smiled down at the one soul who mattered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in, Tiger.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tiger wagged his massive tail and trotted in, tongue lolling, his pays padding softly across the marble.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I took hold of my suitcase and climbed the familiar staircase. When I opened the door to my room, I frowned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cindereld get Vicky\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
A layer of dust covered the windows and furniture. It was clear no he had bothered to clean it since the day I left.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I sighed and dropped the suitcase at the foot of the bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright,\u201d I said, heading to the hallway linen cabinet. I grabbed two towels and came back in, handing one to Tiger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOperation, clean this room,\u201d I said, placing a hand on my hip. \u201cLet\u2019s do this, Tiger.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He barked once and padded over to the desk, tail wagging, then jumped up and started wiping the surface with the towel in his mouth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I grinned. \u201cGood boy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
For the next hour, we dusted the shelves, wiped down the mirrors, changed the bedding, and even scrubbed the floor. I tied a scarf around my hair and hummed quietly under my breath, the way Mom used to when she cleaned. By the time we were done, the room looked almost livable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I flopped down onto the fresh sheets, limbs aching. \u201cWe did it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tiger jumped up beside me and licked my face. I giggled, wiping my cheek. \u201cYou did good, Tiger. We make a pretty solid team.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My stomach growled. Tiger barked again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re hungry too, huh?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I sat up slowly and glanced toward the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were supposed to bring us food,\u201d I muttered. \u201cGuess they forgot.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Or maybe, they just ignored us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I laid back down and stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting toward someone I really didn\u2019t want to think about.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hades.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A shiver crawled down my spine, and my fingers brushed over my ps without thinking. That man\u2026 fuck, he knew exactly how to pleasure a woman. The way he kissed, the way he fucked me over and over again, like he was trying to etch himself into my body. One night with him, and I still couldn\u2019t think straight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My thighs pressed together at the memory.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What if\u2026?\u00a0<\/p>\n
What if he made me forget again?\u00a0<\/p>\n
A rough lick to my cheek yanked me from the thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blinked and looked at Tiger, who had his paws on my chest and was giving me a look that clearly said. Don\u2019t even.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I laughed, rolling my eyes. \u201cFine, fine. I get it. He seems like bad news, I won\u2019t go near him again. Promise.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pulled him close and hugged him, burying my face in his thick fu\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I\u2019m still hungry.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tiger barked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, partner. Let\u2019s go find something to eat.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
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