The Real Daughter They Wanted Dead
After fifteen years away, I was finally brought back to the DeLuca family.
I thought I was returning to my real home.
Instead, I walked into a house where the adopted daughter wanted me dead, my father treated me like a burden, and my brothers would rather watch me bleed than make her cry.
On my first day back, she set dogs on me.
That night, I was dragged to the top of the observatory and forced to apologize to her.
When I fell from the tower covered in blood, they still called me a liar.
Because in the DeLuca family, I may have been the real daughter by blood—
but she was the daughter they loved.
She thought she could bully me, poison me, and freeze me to death without consequence.
She was wrong.
Because the night I nearly died, my mother finally chose me—and turned a gun on the whole DeLuca family.