Lavender:
“What is wrong with you?” my mother complained once we entered the house, and I closed the door like it was an emergency.
I was holding the cake in my hand that I had brought earlier, but the excitement of celebrating my birthday had faded now.
“Mom, you need to listen to me.” I couldn’t believe we made it to the house without me telling her about her new husband.
I had no clue she was getting married, and I would have been happier had it not been to someone who was a fricking boss’s father.
“What is it?” My mom rolled her eyes, putting her purse down. I looked around and saw the mess. There were boxes in every corner and disposable plates and cups lying around.
“You should not marry this man.” The minute I pointed at her bag, I watched darkness take over her eyes.
She looked angry right from the start.
“What did you say? Huh! You want me to live my life without a man? Do I not deserve happiness?” My mother’s tantrum wasn’t new. She would always lose it with me.
"I'm not saying that you don't deserve it. It's just that this man is not good for you." I wished I could tell her directly why I was making such a big claim. But I feared she would go tell her soon-to-be husband what I had been saying about him and his son, and I would get in trouble. My mother had every reason to hate me.
To hate my father, whose face she could see in mine.
So I understood why she wouldn't trust my words.
“Then who is good enough for me? Please tell me who would marry the woman who was a victim of rape and cannot have children because her unwanted daughter's birth left her infertile?" Those words from her made me step back and lower my head.
The reminder of what she had been through always hit hard.
Nineteen years ago, my father ruined her life by forcing himself on her.
And today, she hates me for it. Not just her—every single person around us hates me.
My father didn't only rape her, but also broke her marriage. When her husband found out she was pregnant with that man's child, he divorced her, left her with two daughters and ran away to avoid being reminded of the trauma. However, it traumatized my mother more. She was just a victim, who became my father's target on one night out with her friends.
Our city was full of people who hated children born out of wedlock, and I was the worst case because I came from rape.
“He is a dangerous man—” the minute I watched her pick up her phone, I stopped talking.
“Let me ask him how dangerous he is—” That was what I was afraid of. She didn’t believe me and probably thought I was just not happy with her new relationship.
“Please! Don’t call him.” I reached out for her hand and grabbed it, but she angrily pulled away and put her phone down.
It was as if I knew we were headed down a steep path, but I had to remain silent. I had already gotten myself into a mess with the Boss once; I wouldn’t want him to hear about me ruining his father’s relationship with my mother. And from the looks of it, I don’t think my mother even knew about him—or did she?
"I brought a cake to celebrate my birthday with the most important person in my life." I quickly held up the cake to divert her attention.
As expected, she kept glaring at the cake in my hands, her face flustered. "You want me to celebrate the day your drunkard father raped me and left me with a child, making me the laughingstock of the city?"
Her words were full of deep hatred, her eyes filled with trauma.
"I just wanted us to not see this day as something my father did but as a reminder that I see you as my mother—and I love you—" I could go on and on trying to convince my mother that I cared for her, but nothing could soften her heart toward me.
"That's rich coming from someone who has never been through the same trauma as me. You’re so selfish to want to celebrate this day when you know how you were conceived in the first place," she hissed at me, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Maybe try going through the shame and torture I went through, and then I'll ask you if you’d want to celebrate the day or not," she continued bitterly, her voice filled with pain. She snatched the box out of my hands and threw it in the bin.
“Mom! Tell Sabrina to give me the duct tape back!” Normani yelled while dashing past the room she shared with her twin sister. They were 23, but never saw me as their little stepsister.
“Ugh, you!” Normani scoffed, her mood souring.
“Lavender, go help your sisters. They’ve been working since morning,” my mom dismissed me with a hand gesture. There was no way Sabrina and Normani had gotten any work done. They were older than me but never grew up mentally. They were messy, yet Mom loved them.
I wanted to be loved like them.
I was ready to do anything to earn my mother’s forgiveness and ease her pain.
Everyone in my life told me I owed my mother, and honestly, I did.
She could have aborted me, yet she gave me life—even when the difficult pregnancy left her with no hope of ever having more children. I truly owed her big time.
I was good at doing chores. My uncle would make me do them all the time, even sending me to clean his friends’ houses for money.
I was nothing more than a slave to everyone.
They hated the sight of me, and everyone called me "the bastard child."
“I am done,” I said as I walked out, thinking they would be happy about having less work. But instead, they didn't even acknowledge my help. I found them ready and beautifully dressed up.
My mother had a glow on her face. Her sad life was finally going to have a happy ending.
How could I break her heart and tell her what kind of man she was marrying?
But what if he told my mom about his son when we arrived? Maybe he would, and then they would be mature enough to make a decision. Hopefully, Mom would decide to break things off with him. Associating with such dangerous men was risky.
Soon, a car arrived to pick us up, and my sisters rushed out to take their seats. Guards came in to carry our bags and take them to the new place.
“This place is so big,” Sabrina whispered into Normani’s ear. The two were almost identical, except for their different eye colors. Sabrina had green eyes, just like our mother, while Normani had brown eyes like her father.
Their blonde hair had different shades—Sabrina's was a much lighter blonde, while Normani’s leaned toward a darker blonde.
They were tall and skinny.
I was the complete opposite of them, with my green eyes and long red hair.
My heart pounded in my chest. Being on the Boss’s property felt like walking straight into the devil’s den after trying to run away from him.
“This way,” one of the maids said, leading us to the living room where the devil was waiting.
The moment I stepped in and saw the Boss and his father sitting on the couch, I almost let out a yelp and hid behind my sisters.
Them being tall could only shield me for a moment.
“Son, meet your stepmother, Sumi, and thank her for the blood transfusion,” Mister Volkov had a deep and heavy voice, almost like he was grunting. But that didn’t take my attention away from what he had just said.
“You know, she went to the hospital to donate blood to your comatose girlfriend, then went back home to pack and come here. Where can one find a woman like that?”
As Volkov kept praising my mother, I began to feel the shock hit me.
That blood I had been donating was for a mafia boss’s girlfriend, and my mother took the credit for it?
“I thought the blood transfusion was for Grandma.” I didn’t realize what I was doing when I rushed forward to confront my mother, my voice panicked.
I guess somewhere along the line, even when I knew she hated me, I didn’t think she would lie to that extent—to give part of my body to someone without my knowledge.
But that’s when I exposed myself to the eyes of the Boss, who instantly recognized me.
His gray eyes narrowed as he looked at my face, his hand gently resting over where he had been shot.
I just knew at that moment that I had messed up.
Lavender:"Oh, that is my umm—daughter. She is Lavender," my mother's smile instantly faded when reminded of my existence. I hated how every time she looked at me, it felt like her soul left her body. I understood her trauma, but I was just caught in the middle. I didn’t want to cause her any more stress.That’s why I stayed with her, even when I wanted to run away, so she could be at peace. But her living conditions didn’t allow me to leave her when she needed me the most.After her mental struggles, my mother wasn’t able to keep a job. My sisters only worked part-time jobs that could barely cover their own expenses.So, I had to step up.From a young age, as early as 15, I’d been doing odd jobs, side gigs, and online freelancing to help my mother live the life she had always dreamed of.I thought it would be enough to make up for my father’s crime against an innocent woman.But today, she let me down. This was too much for me."Lavender, she's the one who doesn’t have a father, righ
Lavender:I had quickly stepped back from him, fixing my posture to show him obedience. "I live with my uncle every few months. It's an agreement between my mom and my uncle."I made up an excuse to leave, rubbing my hands nervously and keeping my eyes down."But you just came back. Your mom told me about the agreement and everything. So don't think I don’t know," he had a strange calmness to his tone—both fake and real at the same time, if that made any sense."Umm! I’ll just go and stay with him a little longer. I don’t think I’ll get the nursing job here anyway," I continued making up another lie. I had already been asked to start working at a private hospital as one of the housing nurses. "You don’t have to worry about that either." He pulled his arms back and clasped his hands behind him, standing tall at 6 feet 3 inches."Please let me go. I swear I won’t tell a soul." That was it—I had to come clean and tell him I was too scared to stay here.He tilted his head, his handsome f
Lavender:Shaking and panting, I forced my body up and stepped out from behind the couch. There was no point in hiding and provoking him.Now that I could see the whole scene before my eyes, I wanted to gag and run out of the room. But I couldn't—he wouldn’t let me.He was sitting on the couch, one arm stretched over the backrest while the other—his bloodied hand—held a cigar.A man was dying before him, yet it didn’t seem to affect him.Nothing did.Not even the fact that his once-white shirt had turned red from the man’s blood.It was clear—he was the reason behind the man's condition."Sit." He moved his outstretched arm to pat the seat beside him.I hesitated before sitting down, keeping a safe distance from him. But the smell of blood mixed with the smoke from his cigar made me nauseous.I was already weak from the blood transfusion, and this sight was only adding to my anxiety."This man tried to run away from me," Nikon said in the calmest, most chilling tone. "See what happene
Lavender:I fell asleep dreaming about the next time I’d exchange emails with Eston–the famous model I had a crush on. They were mostly about work, but sometimes he would flirt a little, and that would be enough for me to have dreams about him for weeks afterward.But then, my dreams were interrupted by the sunlight streaming through the window with no curtains. I covered my eyes and shifted in bed until I realized where I was.I woke up in a bad mood, recalling the events of the night and feeling a deep sense of dread.The bathroom in the attic was smaller than a storage closet, but I liked having a bathroom in my room. There was no warm water in the shower, so I had to dance under the cold water miserably.I had thrifted a black tie-shoulder smock floral white midi dress that fit my body perfectly. It was something I frequently did—visiting a thrift store whenever I saved enough money. I matched it with a black cardigan sweater, a tote bag, and beige suede ankle-strap pumps.I braid
Lavender:My heart had skipped a beat, and the world had tilted beneath my feet. I swear, I stared at him for a good few minutes, even though they noticed.“You good? You look like you just saw a ghost,” Nikon snapped his fingers in front of my face, snapping me back to the present.I nodded, feeling paralyzed in my body.“I wasn’t eavesdropping—I was asked by my mom to bring everyone for breakfast,” thank goodness my brain worked at the right moment, and I came up with an excuse. Even if they didn’t believe me, I had done my part.My head was spinning, and my thoughts were all over the place.I couldn’t even look back at Easton without realizing I had been in the dark about literally everything.The nice, good guy, who couldn’t stand to see anyone in pain, was talking about my grave just a minute ago.He was so fake—all his songs and interviews, all his runway walks where he acted all shy yet sexy—it was all a fake persona. It has to be."Anyway, this is Lavender, she’s our nineteen-
Lavender:“I was walking by the hallway and heard the buzzing noise.” Igor had brought the devil upstairs. And ever since he stormed up, I had been glued to the wall in the corner.Nikon was in a suit, probably ready to head out for his ‘work,’ but now he was standing by the bed, hands on his waist, and a very upset look on his face.Igor, however, was leaning against the wall by the window, amusement in his eyes as if he was about to be entertained.“Firstly,” Nikon stretched his neck, turning his attention to his brother, “you should not be in your stepsister’s room. And secondly, I don’t care what you’ve been doing in your life, but now that you’re living here, I will not tolerate such behavior.”That was his warning to me.“But I—,” I only tried to speak when he hushed me down.“Hush! Don’t talk when I don’t ask you to. Go grab your fucking bag and go to your job,” he hissed at me, silencing me with the finger he pointed at me.He looked so angry with me."I will discard this blas
Lavender:“Why can’t I go with the others?” I complained while following him.He stopped abruptly, causing me to bump into his back and step back to create some distance between us.He turned around and glared at me with his eyebrow raised before hissing, “Ask anyone who wants to go with you. Go ahead, do it,” he said, and then nudged me, pushing me toward the living room.I quickly stepped away because I knew he wasn’t wrong. My mother wouldn’t want to go with me. Nobody would. So I should be grateful that at least someone was volunteering to take me with them.I noticed how well-dressed Nikon was for the dinner party. It must be a big one. Everyone would be there—the rich and famous people too. And when I would be introduced as their stepsister, it would be a moment of victory. All those people of Isola Vira who had looked down on me would finally be silent.I was sure the news would reach every ear, and that’s how we would be secured from now on.“Earth to Lavender,” he snapped his
Nikon:I stayed in my car, watching them drag and throw her into the other vehicle.I have never met someone who found out who I was and still disobeyed me.This new sister of mine had successfully gotten under my skin in just two days.First, she was nasty enough to leave a bag full of sex toys, with one turned on and out in the open. And then she had the nerve to refuse me.“Hello,” I answered the call, now on my way to the dinner venue.“Did you get rid of her?” Igor asked, clearly interested in the matter.I didn’t want him involved because I knew he would be careless. Igor didn’t understand the weight of our lifestyle. We had to stay low-key, but he sometimes did things just to scare people off.“Don’t worry. She’ll be taken care of for the night,” I said. “And next time she dares raise her head against me, I’ll cut it off.”It was pretty clear she had bruised my ego when she refused to hand over the documents.“What about the documents? We need those,” Igor muttered. “I’m still
Lavender:I went straight to my room and changed into my PJs to lie down in bed. We had arrived earlier than we had planned.It was 2 AM, and I was restless. I knew I had to confront Easton about his comments on me.However, deep down, I had a feeling Igor was lying just to cause tension between me and his brother.Levi: Hey :) I heard you had your stepsisters over at the shooting location the other night. There were talks about them.That was a long guess. He knew I did his PR work and made speeches for him, so it was obvious that somehow words had reached my ears. However, what he didn’t know was that it wasn’t my line of work. I didn’t work for anyone, and I had no connections with paparazzi or anyone like that.Thankfully, his message arrived soon, or I would have kept staring at my phone. But the context of his text didn’t help with my anxiety.E-Tron: Oh! I guess I know what you're talking about. Yeah, she was being so "pick-me" there. One of them. She ruined it so much, acting
Lavender:"Take this, it will help your body warm up," Igor grunted when I didn't accept the coffee he was offering me. He had taken me back to the cruise that had been waiting for him. He had a cruise for himself later. He was probably not planning on returning with his friends.The race was still ongoing, and Valerie had to stay behind to take care of Raymond.It’s not that she was supporting him, but they had to leave one person behind with Raymond.I finally accepted the coffee cup, and he sat down with me."Earlier, when you talked about your brother... What did you mean? I mean, Easton is very respectful towards me," I uttered softly, trying not to raise his suspicions more than I already had."Easton and respectful? He has many women in and out of his life. I don’t think he has time to be respectful towards them. And if he is, that means he isn’t done using their bodies for fun. I’m not claiming my brother uses anyone. Usually, women just throw themselves at him without any dem
Lavender:My body was under so much stress, but I didn’t stop fighting. I would scratch his whole body if I had to. As I pulled his hair, his hold over me started to loosen. That’s when his grip tightened around my neck in an attempt to choke me until I passed out.Coughs erupted from my mouth, my throat closing as he choked me from behind with his arm wrapped around my neck, my chin tightly pressed against his arm.I was trying my best to stand up from the ground, but at this point, I was beginning to realize it wouldn't be possible for me.However, as the world started to fade around me, I felt sudden relief. The weight of his body on my back was no longer forcing me down. I rolled over to get away from him, and while lying flat on my back, coughing, I saw someone get on top of him and start beating him to a pulp.It took me a few seconds to finally see clearly and catch my breath. It was Igor, punching his friend wildly.“Let him go, you’re going to kill him,” Valerie kept shouting
Igor:"Wooooo! We are definitely going to win!" Valerie giggled, sticking her tongue out at the passing cars.Her fingers were covered in rings, bracelets stacked up, and big earrings dangled from her ears. She was all set and ready for the race.This would mark us as the best among the racers."What do you think? If I open this window now, will my top come off?" she asked, clicking her tongue and spreading her legs to sit more comfortably."You call this a top? It's a bra, ma'am," I teased, and she laughed loudly. She had gone out with me to buy this outfit and jewelry for the special night.Whenever she needed something, she'd ask me to take her shopping. She never made me pay, even when I always insisted. She’d say she just wanted my opinion. But honestly, I didn’t know what to say to her. Everything she picked out looked good on her."Do you think this skirt are too short?" she asked, pouting, her arm stretching out, hand in my hair, running her fingers through it."No! It suits t
Lavender:All the cars started leaving, one after another. Loud engines, bright lights, dust in the air. I just sat on the chair and watched them go. It was like they couldn’t wait to race. Then I saw it.One car didn’t move.It stayed in the same place while the others drove away. That felt strange. I looked at it again. The windows were dark, but I could see someone inside.He was looking at me.I didn’t know who he was, but I knew he wasn’t just sitting there. He was staring. At me. Not moving, not blinking. Just watching.My stomach felt tight. Like something was wrong. Really wrong.I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. My eyes stayed on the car. My body didn’t move. I felt cold even though the night wasn’t that cold.Why was he still there?Why was he watching me?I started recalling who had sat down in that one particular car. His form was not recognizable because of the tinted windows, until all the cars had passed me and disappeared. Then, he slowly rolled the window down.T
Lavender:“Let me go,” I started kicking and screaming when a hand grabbed me. It was Igor.“Shut up before I smack the teeth out of your mouth,” he screamed as he grabbed me by both my arms and shook me awake.“I will not allow you or your friends to touch me,” I screamed in his face, and he gave me a blank expression.“We are not going to. Do you think you’re that important for us to spend the precious time we’ve planned for weeks convincing you to have sex with us?” he hissed back, and my protesting started to fade away. “That jerk was making a joke.”“Well, it wasn’t funny because it happens to women all the time—” Finally, I teared up.It was my worst fear, and hearing his friend think it was a funny joke broke me down. There were some girls with some of the guys, and even they laughed about it.At least some of them did.“Yeah, it’s not funny. I call him an asshole for a reason. Nobody is touching you, so don’t worry,” he then let me go while promising no one would touch me.I d
Lavender:I had finished my dinner and went back to my room, planning to change and rest. Thankfully, Nikon had taken the right stance, or else I don’t even want to imagine being at the island with that psycho.I was about to grab my wig and the black backdrop when a loud banging on the door almost knocked the world from under my feet. It was aggressive, like someone was in an emergency. I jumped off the bed and reached the door, worried that someone got sick or hurt.Or maybe some emergency had arrived.But the minute I opened the door and saw Nikon standing outside my room, I knew it wasn’t anything like what I had thought.“Grab your aid kit, you’re going with Igor,” Nikon stormed in, his presence wild and threatening. Behind him was Igor, who only leaned to the side, supporting his body with the wall.“Huh? But—but you said—” I started panicking almost instantly. Going to an island where there is no one else but my psycho stepbrother and his friends, who were probably just as craz
Igor:It wasn’t new for my brother to humiliate me. But this time, it was worse because it was for someone like Lavender.Since when did my brother start feeling so bad for a bastard child?I rushed back to my room and grabbed a bottle of wine from my bar. That’s when my friends started blowing up my phone.“I’m not coming,” I hissed at them.“But why not? We’ve planned everything. The ferry is ready, our cars are ready to go—why are you changing your mind now? Don’t tell me you’re having cold feet. Are you scared of losing?” As they laughed, I clenched my jaw secretly.They had no clue that it wasn’t funny to me.I had been mistreated so much that now no one took me seriously.“Fear of losing, my brother? There’s no way Igor would be afraid of losing,” I didn’t know Nikon would come to my room. If I had known, I would have closed the door.But now he was standing in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest.“Brother Nikon—but he’s saying he isn’t coming,” my friend must have g
Lavender:My family had returned. They looked happy. But I was too. After what happened between me and Easton, I was over the moon.I couldn’t stop smiling even when no one said anything nice to me.We were dining together and my sisters were gushing over the scenery from the picnic.“Daddy, can my friend come over sometime?” Sabrina said to Mister Volkov, making him smile in surprise at the fact that she was calling him her father.“Sure, they can come whenever they want. It is your house—” Mister Volkov suddenly stopped when Nikon placed his spoon down.It was done so politely, but somehow it made everyone turn to look at him.“But of course, ask for your brother’s permission first,” Mister Volkov corrected himself.“It’s okay. As long as they don’t walk around poking their noses in everyone’s business—especially mine and my brother’s,” Nikon warned her, grabbing his spoon again.He was usually quiet all the time.And just when I thought I hadn’t been under his scrutiny for a while,