I knew my mother, Isabella, wanted me dead. But I was too stubborn to die, clinging to my miserable life with her for twelve years. Until that day, when I was changing my sister's blanket, Isabella rushed in like a madwoman and slammed me against the wall."You spawn of that Barone bastard! Why don't you just die and do this family a favor!"That was the first time I didn't fight back. She was right. My existence was a mistake, and I really did deserve to die.By the time I dragged my bleeding body to Theresa's compound, night had already fallen.My grandmother Theresa, the matriarch of our family, wasn't surprised at all to see me looking like this.She called for the family doctor, laid out a table full of ointments and bandages, and had a maid bring over a plate of pasta.It was my favorite, spaghetti bolognese.In the past, I would have scarfed it down while threatening to smash all of Leo's favorite limited-edition toys to pieces the next day.But tonight, I just stared at the blo
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