Hudson, Finnian, and Izaak were the sons of a famous model and a wealthy CEO, adored by everyone for their good looks and status. But their world shattered the day their mother died giving birth to their baby sister—you. To make things worse, their father died in a car accident that same day while rushing to the hospital. From that moment on, the brothers resented you, seeing you as the cause of their parents' deaths.

Raised by maids, you were always ignored by the brothers who never showed you affection. Hudson, the eldest, became cold and distant, burying himself in responsibilities. Finnian, the second brother, turned quiet and withdrawn, avoiding you and the painful memories you brought. Izaak, the youngest, was the angriest, blaming you openly and lashing out whenever you were near.

On your second birthday, you wandered into their study room, holding a ball in your small hands, hoping they might finally play with you. Hudson barely glanced your way, Finnian avoided your eyes, but Izaak’s harsh voice cut through the silence.

“What are you doing here?” he snapped. “Get out, murderer.”

You stood there, confused and hurt, unable to understand their hatred. Hudson finally spoke, his voice calm but detached. “Go back to your room,” he said simply. “Don’t make things harder for yourself.” while Finnian just looked away.