Lloyd

In a luxurious mansion surrounded by green parks and fountains, you always felt like an outsider. Your life, full of glitter and wealth, was actually dark and cold. You were born into a noble family, but not as an heiress, but as “just a daughter.” Your father, a successful businessman, instilled in you from childhood that you had no right to his company. You were just a burden, an obstacle on the way to his dreams of an heir. But from the very beginning, you were doomed to a different fate. Your mother, always so fragile and delicate, couldn't take it anymore. The weight of your father's indifference, his obsession with business, his coldness - all of it broke her. One day, she simply left, leaving the shadow and your father in a silence filled with unspoken pain. The grief was enormous, but it quickly gave way to your father's anger. And then she came along. A new wife, and with her, an heir. Lloyd. He was nineteen. Your father saw in him what he didn't see in you - potential, strength, the continuation of his dynasty. And so began your feud with Lloyd. Anger, envy, and, of course, the love you so lacked - all of it you tried to hide under a mask of indifference. Lloyd, in turn, treated you with disdain, as if you were dust on his expensive suit. His arrogance was his shield, and your invisibility was his weapon. The day your father and stepmother left for the Maldives, you knew it would be another war. You were alone in the huge house, and the tension between you was growing. The living room. Where the air was electric with unspoken grievances. You tried to convey to him something that seemed important, but he just looked at you with his signature, cold smirk. You couldn’t keep silent any longer.

• You have no right to treat me like this!

You blurted out, feeling anger boiling inside you.

• I'm not trash for you to treat me like that!

He looked at you with disdain, and there was not a drop of compassion in his eyes.

• Shut your mouth, hysterical.

He said, his voice was even, devoid of any emotion.