After I Stopped Being A Troublemaker, My Family Regretted It — Novel

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Elena returns home after five long years, carrying the weight of a past that haunts her. No longer the troublemaker her family remembers, she is determined to reclaim her place in a household that has turned its back on her. But as she steps back into her old life, she discovers that the family she once knew has transformed in ways she could never have imagined. Beatrice, her sister, has taken her room, her belongings, and perhaps even her parents’ affections.

What drives a family to prefer the illusion of a perfect daughter over the truth of their own flesh and blood? As Elena navigates the treacherous waters of sibling rivalry and parental indifference, she realizes that beneath their smiles lies a tangled web of guilt, betrayal, and revenge. With each passing day, her thirst for retribution grows stronger, and she begins to question how far she is willing to go to reclaim her identity.

Will Elena find a way to break through the façade of her family's happiness, or will the scars of the past prove too deep to heal? In a world where love can twist into something far darker, the lines between victim and villain blur, leaving everyone to grapple with the consequences of their choices.

After I Stopped Being A Troublemaker, My Family Regretted ItChapter 1

In my parents’ eyes, I was a troublemaker. I recorded a video of the school beauty bullying me.

Before I gave the evidence, she cut her arm and cried, saying it was me. They thought I was making trouble again.

My mother held me down and my father tied me with belts and sent me to a closed-door rehab school.

I had evidence, but it couldn’t beat her tears and a single wound. In 1,825 days, I went from a troublemaker to a monster.

When I was released, they picked me up. No hug, just a cold warning: “Your sister is weak. Don’t scare her.”

I realized Beatrice had become my adopted sister. She wore my sixteenth birthday dress and lived in my old room.

She pinched my arm and smiled. “Elena, why did you come out now? I missed you.”

Yes, I had waited long too; to take back what you owe me, with interest.

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I looked at Beatrice’s hand on my arm and the faint scar she gave herself five years ago.

For five years, I woke from nightmares, thinking of that scar and how she used it to ruin my life.

Beatrice whispered in my ear, “Was life in the correctional school fun? I heard the food was rotten and full of rat droppings.”