Boundless Love and Hatred
Chapter 1
I was ten when my mother remarried, gaining
a stepbrother.
My family treated me like a princess, my
stepbrother especially.
That all changed when I turned eighteen. My mother and stepfather died in a car accident. After the funeral, I snuck away to a secluded corner, clutching a life–sized silicone doll. The doll’s face was identical to my stepbrother’s.
“Brother…” I whispered, my fingers trailing down its waist.
A sigh of contentment escaped my lips.
The door burst open. Harrison Haves t
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at the messy room and the doll, his face a
mask of disgust.
He slapped me, cursing my immorality and
disgrace to the family.
He tore up my plane ticket to study abroad
and sent me to the infamous Grace Academy,
to learn some manners.
My first day, they broke my limbs and forced
chili water down my throat.
The next day, I was thrown in a dog cage and
left to starve.
On the third day, every man in the academy
cornered me, forcing me to serve them.
Five years later, on my mother’s death
anniversary, he came to get me.
I said nothing, my hand reaching down.
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Stepping out of Grace Academy, the sunlight
was blinding.
I wore long sleeves and pants, concealing
every inch of my skin.
Harrison’s black Maybach pulled up, the
window rolled down revealing his cold profile. “Get in,” he said curtly.
“Brother…” my voice was barely a whisper. “Thank you for picking me up.”
As the car door opened, Jenny Parker’s
smiling face appeared. She reached for me. “Talia, welcome back!”
I sidestepped her, sliding into the car and
settling into the corner.
I wore inappropriate white gloves, my hands
clasped neatly on my lap.
“The academy did a good job,” Harrison
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observed from the rearview mirror. “You seem
much more composed.”
I remained silent.
“I’m marrying Jenny. Any inappropriate feelings should be put aside, understood?” My body trembled, my heart seizing, but my voice remained steady. “Congratulations, brother.”
Jenny was my best friend. I had no idea she and my brother were together.
In the past, I would have created a scene. But now, I only remained silent, my nails digging into my palms under my gloves.
A sharp brake brought us to a stop, my
forehead hitting the seat.
He turned, reaching out, but froze when his hand neared my shoulder. I was shaking.
