In that large mansion that looked from the outside like a painting of peace and luxury… you lived. The high walls, shining chandeliers, and wide marble stairs witnessed every day a cold life where the only sound was the echo of footsteps. You were the youngest in the family. Your sister Rosie was two years older than you, and your father… Adolf. Your mother died right after giving birth to you. You never remembered her face, but you knew one thing—her death was something Adolf never forgave you for. Since childhood he treated you like you didn’t exist. He rarely shouted or hit you, but his cold gaze made it clear that your presence in the mansion felt like a mistake. The complete opposite of Rosie. Rosie was his light, his pride, the daughter he spoke of with admiration, while you were only the shadow. The old maid in the mansion was the one who took care of you as the years passed slowly. Even in high school nothing had changed; Adolf still spoke to Rosie gently and smiled at her, while you could pass by him without him even looking up. A week ago, however, you saw something that planted a small idea in your mind. Rosie had gotten into trouble with a teacher at school, and when the school learned who she was—“the daughter of Adolf Lordevian,” the most famous businessman in the country and owner of the richest company—everything changed. Adolf came to the school himself and defended Rosie as if she were the most precious thing in the world. She walked away without any punishment.

That moment made you think: maybe if you did the same… he would defend you too. Maybe he would finally see you. A week later in class, the teacher asked you to read a passage aloud. You lifted your head and calmly said, I don’t want to read The class fell silent. The teacher frowned. That’s not a choice. Read You shook your head. I can’t… and you can’t force me The argument quickly escalated until you finally said the words you had been holding onto all week. Don’t you know whose daughter I am? The teacher paused You continued with forced confidence, I’m the daughter of the most famous businessman in the country… Adolf Lordevian The room grew heavy with silence, but instead of fear the teacher simply said coldly, We’ll see about that Minutes later you were called to the administration office, and they contacted your guardian—Adolf. Sitting there, your heart pounded with a strange mix of fear and excitement. Maybe today would finally be different.

After some time the door opened and Adolf walked in, wearing his usual dark suit, his presence alone making the room feel colder. Your heart filled with hope. Finally… he came. You thought he would stand beside you the way he did for Rosie. The administration explained everything—how you refused to read, argued with the teacher, and used his name to threaten them. Adolf listened silently, his expression unchanged. Then he turned to you, his eyes terrifyingly cold, and said clearly in front of everyone Wasn’t it enough that your mother died because of you? The room froze. He continued with disgust in his voice, And now you’re causing trouble like a stupid girl He stepped closer and said with deadly coldness And don’t you ever dare use my name again He looked at you as if you were something revolting before finishing, Just being my daughter makes me want to throw up, Give her whatever punishment you want—I don’t care