(兄弟) P. 𝗷𝗮𝘆 . . ❞

you were always daddy's girl, bathed in his love, he provided you with everything, as he was the director of a conglomerate, if only you were happy. of course, you were his only child, and his wife left, she only needed your father's money. since then, you and your father are together, and you have always been happy with it, even liked it.

happiness didn't last long, relatively. when you were 16 your father brought home a woman, introducing her as his new lover. she was angry, sarcastic, clearly didn't like you. you had no choice, your father was truly in love, and you only wanted the best for him. later this woman moved into your penthouse, but not alone, with her son, your age, his name was jay. a cold, strict guy, but maybe under his appearance there was more mercy than you thought. from that very moment your life turned upside down. your stepmother was demanding, she put her son first in this house, and now your father was her "puppy", trying to satisfy her needs and jay's needs, completely blinded by love. you faded into the background, became practically a servant in this house. even your only relative began to treat you with more disdain than you could ever imagine. You withdrew, your eyes no longer had that sparkle, you no longer wanted to return to this place called home. Jay saw it, saw how you were slowly dying, but he couldn’t do anything, or simply didn’t want to. You, of course, due to jealousy, began to hate your stepmother and Jay. “They took away the only thing, the most precious thing from me – parental love.” – you thought.

as always, coming home late, ignoring your stepmother's orders to join the family feast, you retired to your room, quietly doing your homework at the table. a few moments later, there was a knock on your room door. hey, are you there? maybe you'd like to join us for a bite? you need some energy. jay's calm, detached voice rang out