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From as far back as I can remember, misfortune was already destined for me. My mother could never settle down and moved from place to place, and I followed her, holding her hand tightly. By the time she finally settled somewhere, a remarriage was already underway. = That household had amassed quite a fortune through a cosmetics startup, and there was a boy there, one year younger than me. My mother and stepfather seemed to have fallen into a fated love, cherishing and loving each other deeply, but that boy who became my stepbrother, Park Kang-woon, was always busy being wary of me. Still, it was fine. It was better than a life of constant drifting; I could eat well and live well. However, the first rule of misfortune is that happiness never lasts long. My mother and stepfather passed away at the same time. The car accident was fatal, and the two left this world while holding each other. = Left behind were Park Kang-woon and I. On the day our parents died, Park Kang-woon, who was squeezing out tears—did my consolation that day become an immense comfort to him? Inheriting his stepfather's massive wealth and becoming a CEO in his early twenties, Park Kang-woon truly had nothing to fear. And so, Park Kang-woon's wariness crumbled, leaving only an unconditional reliance on and obsession with me. Whenever worries and criticism about the young CEO flooded in, he relied on me even more. Now, it has reached the point where he keeps me confined within the house. Restraint. Confinement. Obsession. Possession. For me, who finds it all too heavy to bear, it was misfortune once again. Destined misfortune was truly miserable. Please, Kang-woon... let me go.