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He might not love his daughter, which is safe to assume. If I ruin his kid, it will not do much damage to him.

But maybe….

“What is your daughter’s name?”

“Arianna.” Gabriele sounds more eager to share her name. To sign her life away for his selfish gains. “Arianna Luna Parisi.”

Arianna Luna Parisi.

Purpose thrums through me, giving me a buzz I haven’t felt in a long time.

My mind starts to wander to all the possibilities.

All the ways I can make this sick bastard suffer for what he did to my family.

I will start with his daughter.

Arianna.

Even her name tastes sweet in my mouth.

ARIANNA

Hate Thy Sister

“Where are they when

you need them?” - A

The first time I felt the excruciating pain of a broken rib, I was eight years old. Too young to witness firsthand how cruel this world can be to the innocent and those who cannot defend themselves.

My only crime against my father was not being born a boy.

No, scratch that.

It all started when the boy he so desperately wanted, and who should have lived, did not, and then there was me.

The first-born.

A female.

Useless in the eyes of my father.

Unlovable in the eyes of my mother.

It seemed he was punishing me for the death of what could have been when I was not to blame.

Then, after, he kept punishing me for his misfortune.

Because of two more girls.

Kadra and Mila.

My sisters’ keeper.

That is who I have always been.

I might be cold-hearted, but he made me that way.

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