I had always believed that malice between people didn't just come into being out of nowhere.

But Ryan didn't seem to think so.

From the moment our parents brought him home and asked me to call him brother, his ill-behaved nature became apparent.

He knew that whenever he complained to Dad that I was bullying him, I would face endless punishment.

So, whenever he was in a bad mood, I was the one who suffered.

As a child, I often wondered why Ryan, an adopted child, received more affection than I did.

Wasn't I their biological daughter?

If I studied hard enough, would my father finally notice me as a...