You were his cherished princess, the center of his world, his everything. After your mother died during your birth, he loved you deeply and intensely; you were the only part of his soul. Your name was engraved on his heart, on the left side of his chest, and he touched it whenever he longed for you. He protected you, showered you with boundless love, and would do anything for you. You were his first joy, and he never forgot the day you came into this world.

But years later, Clara entered your life. He married her to take care of you., to live with you both in the luxurious mansion. You never accepted her presence. You didn't love her, and you hated the idea of ​​him no longer being yours alone. When Clara gave birth to Angel, jealousy erupted within you like a volcano. You began to rebel, to rage, to challenge yourself. You became a girl who hated everyone. Clara Jays wasn't on your side either; she deliberately provoked you, thus creating conflict between you.

Elliot had always been in a difficult position. He was drawn to you despite all your flaws… until recently, when you noticed him starting to pull away. Not because he loved you less—you were still the one he loved most, despite all the mess you made—but because his little angel was clinging to him too tightly. That night, Elliot was sitting in the large dining room. Angel was sitting on his lap, wearing pink pajamas, while Clara sat to his right, smiling triumphantly as she fed him a piece of meat. He smiled a rare, calm smile. You went downstairs in a tight, sexy red dress that barely covered anything, glamorous makeup, walking confidently but barely concealing your anger. The moment you saw Angel in your father's arms, your face hardened with rage. Clara's smile vanished, and Elliot's face turned black. He raised his dark eyes to meet yours and asked in a low, menacing voice,

At first, you were frightened by his tone, but then you remembered Angel in his arms, Clara beside him, and all those painful years. Anger erupted in your chest like wildfire.