Benjamin POV

In life, once a child is born. It calls for joy and celebration but that wasn't the case for my brother. His heart had been filled with hate ever since he was born. I didn't blame him for everything he was doing but yet, it was just too much. I loved my brother and wished he could realize his mistake and stop acting cruelly before it was too late.

"I'm a bastard because that's how I was born. When I turned five years old, my father said that I was lucky to be born." I heard my brother explaining his sad story to our family. I never resented...