"She's the daughter of a murderer. How could she be a good person? She hid around me for so long and my father risked his life to save her! She deserves to die. Why wasn't she ending up dead in the river today?"
This was not the first time I had heard those cruel words.
When I found out I was not his biological sister and the murderer switched me with his daughter, Xavier hurled the most vicious words in the world at me.
...
He was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he laughed maniacally.
I hated this cruel twist of fate.
Why was I the daughter of a perverted murderer?
I liked Calvin as my dad and Xavier as my brother. I liked the Cullen family.
I didn't do anything wrong, but I had to take all the blame.
Since the day my real identity was found out, Xavier had hated me for six years.
He always wanted me to die.
But he never knew that I had the same wish as him.
But every time thoughts of suicide came to my mind, my father's loving face would appear in my mind.
I could not die. Dad wanted to see me live happily.
But I let him down.
Xavier finally got what he wanted. He didn't have to curse me anymore.