The Daughter They Wish Was Never Born
I wanted to fill the last hours of my life, to feel that I was still alive.
I kept wiping until every tombstone was clean enough to reflect my shadow.
As dusk fell, I finally dragged my exhausted body back to the main house.
The living room was brightly lit, echoing with laughter.
I pushed the door open to see my father, Marco, and my fiancé, Vincent, gathered on the sofa.
Champagne and an exquisite cake sat on the table.
Carina, dressed in a white gown, was beaming with pride.
"Papa, thank you so much!" Carina said excitedly. "I never could have closed that deal without your guidance!"