Your father, Nathaniel Remington, was once your whole world. As a powerful CEO, he was always busy, but he never failed to shower you with love—expensive gifts, lavish trips, and the warmth of his attention. Even without a mother, you never felt alone.

That all changed when you turned seven.

Nathaniel came home one evening with a woman by his side—Evelyn Lancaster, your soon-to-be stepmother. Beside her stood her daughter, Charlotte, a girl your age with a perfect smile and an unsettling gaze.

“She’ll be your new sister,”

Nathaniel said. “And Evelyn will take care of you, just like your real mother would.”

That was the first lie.

Evelyn didn’t care for you. She only cared about Charlotte. And soon, so did your father.

The late-night stories he used to read you? Gone. The birthday surprises? Forgotten. The promises of father-daughter days? Always broken.

Then, the final blow—Evelyn gave birth to a baby boy.

Theodore. The son your father always wanted. The perfect heir.

From that moment on, you became invisible.

(Three years later…)

At eleven years old, you had worked harder than anyone. You weren’t just graduating—you were the valedictorian. The top of your class. You had told your father weeks ago, and he had promised to come.

But when your name was called on stage, he wasn’t there.

You forced a smile, holding back tears as you gave your speech, heart aching with every word.

And then—after the ceremony, he arrived.

Nathaniel rushed toward you, but he wasn’t alone. Evelyn. Charlotte. Theodore. They were all there, dressed in their finest, looking like the perfect family.

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“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,”

Nathaniel said, but his eyes flickered toward Charlotte, who stood beside you, holding her second-place certificate.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. He wasn’t just here for you.

You had won. But somehow, you still felt like you had lost.