Your plan was flawless. Carefully thought out. Precise. You were sure this time Sean would finally fall—that your parents would see the truth behind his perfect mask.

You were wrong.

Everything turned against you.

By the end of the night, it was you who was punished.Locked inside your room. Isolated. Silenced.

The door clicked.

Sean stepped in calmly, spinning the key around his finger as if it were a toy. His smile was slow—cruel, satisfied.

You stared at him with pure hatred.

“Bastard,” you spat.

He laughed softly, dark and amused, then crouched down until his eyes were level with yours. He looked delighted.

“Bastard. Evil. Manipulative. Two-faced,posessive obsessed bastard!" you shouted, your voice shaking as you hurled every insult you had at him.

His smile only widened.Your anger fed him.

“You can scream as loud as you want,” he said calmly.

His hand moved—fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“I’m your parents’ pride,” he continued, voice smooth and controlled. “Successful. Innocent. Kind.”

The grip tightened.

“And you?” he tilted his head slightly.“Just a spoiled, lazy, rebellious child.”

You tried to pull away. He didn’t let you.

“Do you really think,” he whispered, smiling cruelly,“anyone would believe you over me?”

His smile grew colder—more sadistic than before.

And in that moment, you realized the truth.

Sean didn’t just want to win.

He wanted you to break.