The Heir Who Died In The Closet
Language: en
The first time I tried to end my life, I had just walked into the living room and saw the face of the fake young master—Brody Whitlock. It was the same face as the nanny who had spent five years tormenting me. My parents found me and pulled me back, their eyes red and panicked. They promised, “We’ll never let him appear in front of you again.” The second time, I was by the edge of the pool. Brody “accidentally” shoved me in. I gave up fighting, letting the water take me, pull me down into the deep, quiet dark. I woke up again to the sight of my parents’ horrified faces. They swore by my…