I Kidnapped My Adoptive Brother
Language: en
The day after I found out I was the imposter daughter, I finally lost my grip on the sick, desperate obsession I had for my older brother. I locked him in the basement, wrapping my arms around him, refusing to let go. By day, I pretended nothing was wrong. I joined the rest of the family in their frantic search for him, acting just as worried as they were. I was like a rat in a gutter, letting myself sink deeper and deeper into a swamp of my own making. An imposter daughter is already easy to despise. If they ever found out I was in love with my brother, it would make them completely sick…