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The Wrong Street

Isabella dragged her legs along the dusty road, her ruined school shoes flapping at the back. Every step made a squeak that annoyed her, but she was too tired to care. Her school uniform was almost torn, the hem fraying, and the collar so worn it barely sat straight anymore.Her eyes stung from lack of sleep. She had been awake since 1 a.m., scrubbing floors, washing clothes, and running endless errands for her wicked stepmother. By the time the sun came up, Isabella’s body felt like it had been beaten. Her arms ached, her head throbbed, and she could barely keep her eyes open.“Ah… fuck,” she muttered under her breath, tugging her old school bag higher on her shoulder.She didn’t even want to go to school. What was the point? She was too tired to even think straight. But sitting at home wasn’t an option. They’d never let her rest, not under that roof.As she shuffled into Willow Street, something strange caught her attention. A small LED TV was mounted on a pole by God knows who, fli

Accused

Isabella ran as fast as her legs could carry her toward her street. Her chest burned, her breath came in short bursts, and her shoes slapped loudly against the ground. Before she could even get much farther, the sky opened up and heavy rain poured down on her, soaking her uniform in seconds.“Shit… just great,” she muttered, shivering as the cold water plastered her clothes to her skin.She knew this would only make things worse. Her stepmother was already going to scream at her for returning home instead of going to school. Showing up drenched would just add fuel to the fire. But Isabella didn’t stop. She pushed forward, her hair sticking to her face, until she reached the front door of the house.She raised her fist and knocked loudly the first time. No answer.She knocked a second time, harder, her knuckles sore against the wood. Still no answer.Just as she was about to knock a third time, the door creaked open. Her stepmother, Clarissa, stood there with a sharp expression on her

Breaking Point

The moment Isabella entered her room, she shut the door behind her and walked towards bed and collapsed face-first onto the bed. Her whole body trembled. Her chest rose and fell as if she couldn’t get enough air.Her throat tightened, and then the tears came hot and uncontrollable. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling the sound of her sobs, but they still broke through, raw and uneven.Her shoulders shook as she cried harder. She pressed her fists into the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as if it could anchor her to something.She cried until her voice grew hoarse, until her eyes burned like fire. Each breath came out in sharp gasps. Why does it always have to be me?Exhaustion eventually pulled her under. Her sobs quieted, her wet lashes sticking together as her eyes finally closed. She drifted into a restless, broken sleep.The sound of shattering glass jolted her awake. Her heart jumped painfully in her chest. She sat upright, wide-eyed. The room was dim now, pain

the switched babies

The morning sun slipped lazily through the curtains as Isabella zipped the last of her clothes into the battered suitcase. Her reflection in the mirror looked pale, her eyes swollen from the tears shed through the night, but her chin lifted with quiet determination. Today, she would leave this house. Today, she would finally breathe.The door creaked open. Isolde stepped in, her face painted with innocence, her voice sugar-sweet.“Sissy, please don’t leave. I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. Look—I even brought you tea.”She rushed forward, placing a steaming cup on the drawer before clutching Isabella’s hands as though she truly cared.Isabella pulled her hands away with a small, bitter laugh.“Oh, wow. The little princess doesn’t want me to leave? What is it, Isolde—scared of working for once in your life?”Isolde’s face shifted instantly, the fake sweetness crumbling into raw hatred. She stepped back, her voice sharp and venomous.“You really think you’re smart, huh? Let’s see

The truth that was hidden

The taxi rolled to a stop in front of Rosewood Orphanage, the old brick walls standing just as Isabella remembered. Her chest tightened with both fear and relief—after all these years, she was finally back.Before she could even steady herself to step out, the front doors flew open. Lilian came rushing out, her long hair flying, her eyes wide with joy.“Isabella!” she cried. Without slowing down, she threw herself into Isabella’s arms, hugging her so tightly Isabella almost lost her breath.“I’ve missed you, sis,” Lilian whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.Isabella smiled softly, gently pulling away to turn and pay the taxi driver. The car drove off, leaving behind the dusty road and the smell of old memories. She hugged Lilian again, this time holding her just as tight.“I missed you too.”Lilian took hold of the suitcase immediately, refusing to let Isabella carry it. Together they walked inside, and the moment the children saw her, they swarmed around.“Welcome back, Isabe

Meeting her for the first time

The next morning, the orphanage gates were lined with sleek black cars. The sound of engines idling filled the air as the girls finished packing their few belongings.Lilian stepped out first, her face unreadable. Isabella followed, but just before she could cross the threshold, the new matron’s hand gently caught her arm.“Remember this, Isabella,” the matron whispered firmly. “Your father is Adrian Sinclair. And now, the one in charge of your household is Matteo Sinclair, his younger brother. Do not allow them to trample on you.”Isabella smiled faintly and nodded. “I won’t allow it, ma’am.”The matron released her hand, and Isabella walked outside. The guards at the gate bowed respectfully as Isabella and Lilian entered the waiting limousine. More cars lined up behind them, forming a convoy as they drove away from the orphanage.Hours later, the convoy slowed before a sprawling mansion, towering with stone walls and elegant arches. The moment the girls stepped out of the car, they

Rome change

Lilian’s mother, Vivienne Sinclair, quickly stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “Girls, Seraphina has always been spoiled. You shouldn’t mind her,” she said, glancing at Lilian’s younger sister, Seraphina, who had just stormed out, huffing in frustration.Isadora nodded silently and went to help carry their bags. Alessandro’s gaze followed Isabella as she smiled faintly, a mixture of relief and quiet defiance.Once inside, Isadora led them to her room. Her face lit up as she opened the door.“Welcome, sisters,” she said warmly.Lilian looked at her, frowning. “Is this the room you stay in?”Isadora nodded. “Yes. It might be small, but I like it.”Lilian’s eyes darkened. “Mom and Dad maltreating you?” she asked bluntly.Isadora tried to answer but couldn’t find words.Lilian stepped closer. “I’m sorry. I’ll apologize on their behalf.” She hugged Isadora tightly.Isadora couldn’t hold back her tears and began crying. Lilian held her, whispering, “I’ll set things right.”The three

I want my father's properties

The next morning, Lilian woke earlier than usual. She stretched, then stepped out into the quiet hall, only to pause when she heard soft sobs coming from the sitting room. Curious, she moved closer, careful not to make a sound.There, she saw Seraphina curled up on the couch, her face buried in her hands. Vivienne sat beside her, stroking her hair.“Why, Mom?” Seraphina sobbed. “Why did you let Isadora take my room? That’s my room!”Vivienne’s tone was calm, coaxing. “Hush, sweetheart. Don’t cry. Things will be better soon. Once we get your sister on our side, everything will change for the better. Besides… Sophia is coming back.”At that, Seraphina’s tears instantly slowed. Her head shot up, eyes wide. “Really? Big sis is coming?”Vivienne smiled faintly. “Yes, she’ll be here soon.”Lilian clenched her fists, her jaw tight. She had heard enough and turned to leave—only to bump into Isabella, who was standing right behind her, also listening.They exchanged looks. Isabella raised an e

Grandma's arrival

Matteo’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.“Do you really think I won’t hurt you just because you’re my daughter?” he asked, his eyes fixed coldly on Lilian.Lilian let out a dry chuckle. “Really?”Without answering, Matteo reached out and pulled Sophia closer to him. He rested a hand on her shoulder with mock affection.“You see, she’s a wonderful daughter. Just like Seraphina. They understand what family business means.” His tone hardened. “Your emotions aren’t needed in family business, Lilian. If you want something to work, you must keep your feelings out of it.”He paused, straightening his suit jacket.“As for school, I’ll approve it. You’ll all go. But Lilian—” his gaze sharpened, “I’ve already made a very good match for you.”Lilian narrowed her eyes. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”Vivienne quickly rushed to her side, grasping her hand as though to soften the blow.“Come now, girl. Riccardo is a very good kid.”Lilian pulled her hand back slightly. “Who’s Riccardo?

fake tears

After their grandmother was taken to her room to rest, the rest of the family also retired to their rooms.But Isabella had other plans. Quietly, she slipped out and made her way down to the kitchen. She grabbed an onion, peeled it quickly, and squeezed the juice into her eyes. Tears welled up instantly, streaming down her cheeks. She blinked a few times, adjusting her expression until she looked utterly heartbroken.Taking a deep breath, she hurried down the hallway and knocked on her grandmother’s door.The old woman opened it with a warm smile—only for that smile to vanish the moment she saw Isabella’s tear-streaked face. Concern replaced joy, and she quickly ushered the girl inside.“Child, what’s wrong?” Grandma said, guiding Isabella to sit on the bed. She cupped her hands around Isabella’s trembling shoulders, her voice soft but urgent.Isabella buried her face in her palms and sobbed. “Grandma… I’ve lived such a miserable life in the orphanage with Lilian. And when I came back

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