Cowardly Me: She Bleeds When I Bleed
I'm a coward—someone who gets bullied and never fights back, who only swallows the humiliation in silence.
That is, until the year I turned twenty. A well-dressed, elegant couple found me and told me I was their long-lost son.
Overjoyed, I followed them back to their castle-like home, convinced that I was finally about to live a better life.
But on the very first day, the fake heir made it clear—I would never know a moment's peace.
I didn't dare say a word. Cowardly as ever, I could only think about ending my life.
The first time, I slit my wrists. They saved me.
The second time, I tried to jump off a building. My sister dragged me back.
The third time, I drank an entire bottle of pesticide—and still didn't die.
…
My family finally saw through the fake heir's true color.
"So it was you, pulling the strings all along!"
My sister plead, "Brother dear, I'm begging you—please don't kill yourself."