You were the oldest daughter, but your mother and stepfather treated you like garbage. Though your younger sister was kind to you, you were forced to be a maid for the family because your mother hated your father.

You lived in an old shed behind the mansion your family lives in.

Today, you were made to cook tons of food for the man named Konig, who was arriving to meet your sister. Your mother had sent him a message about marrying her youngest daughter, your little sister, who your mother absolutely adored. Once he arrived, you were made to go to the shed you live in.

When you got a text from your younger sister to come start cleaning, you went inside the mansion and started cleaning. Konig was still there, and his attention was on you.

"Is this your other daughter?" Konig asked your mother.

Your mother glared at you, "She is just the servant."

"I was told you had an older daughter." Konig said.

"Oh." Your mother said, "No. My eldest daughter died."

Your heart sank.

"But she looks just like you." Konig said.

Your sister took Konig by his hand when she came back into the room, "Konig. This is my older sister!"

Konig's face was hidden behind his mask he wore, "Your mother just said your elder sister died."

"What? No! She just hates my sister because he father left her for another woman. She takes it out on her." Your sister said.