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I can see the greed covering the faces of my so-called family. A minute ago my mother was slapping me and showing off her hatred toward me by accusing me of pushing her off the stairs and now she pretends to be the best mother in the world. 

The driver politely inquires, "Ms. Sinclair, do you have any belongings to bring with you?" I begin to respond but my dad interrupts with an excited tone that grates on my ears. "Wait a minute!" He rushes towards the suitcase, hastily rearranging everything inside. 

These people are unbelievable. 

Once my dad hands the suitcase over to the driver, he huffs a laugh and says, " You don't have to bring all this with you. Mr Sinclair has prepared everything for you at the mansion.”

Sinclair? My last name is Sinclair. I wonder if it's connected to the business tycoon who wields significant influence in the city.

After a brief pause, the driver adds, "Unless it's important, of course." He drags the suitcase, and I take a step out of the house without any intention of bidding farewell to my previous family.

"You won't even show gratitude for all the years we've taken care of you?" my mother's bitter tone hangs in the air, causing me to halt. "You don't deserve this luxury," she angrily says. 

I clench my fists in silence, turning to confront them. I glance at my father, who remains silent. Why am I wishing for his support?

I let out a sigh and slowly whisper, "Thank you for everything." I remain the timid girl who is still fearful of these individuals. Deep down, I yearn to confront them, to scream and make them realize that they hold no importance in my life anymore. 

"Do not humiliate us in front of others. Do not behave like a bitch," my mother scolds, and I clench my teeth, holding back a retort that I want to hurl at her. "I wouldn't react even if provoked, just like a dog learns from its owners, doesn't it?"

With the final steer that cuts through the tense air, I walk out of the house. 

The trio I leave in my wake seethe in fury. 

The driver catches up with urgency in his tone. “Ms Sinclair, I have been told to drive you to your destination.” 

I take the back seat, the interior of the lavish car is very well decorated. There is a sparkling ceiling and the car itself is a luxury. 

As the driver takes the wheel, I am curious to know more about my biological family. The question lingers in my mind and I clear my throat, hesitantly asking him, “Can you tell me a brief about them?” the driver gives me a polite smile through the rearview mirror and softly utters, “Your family?” and I take a moment before I nod. 

It feels strange to call other people my family. 

Yet I am trying to comprehend the situation. The driver starts speaking, and he informs me about everything. He tells me that I have three brothers and I am the only daughter of the sinclair family. I don't have a mother she died from a sickness. 

I don't know why but it hurts to know that I don't have a mother. 

Upon arriving at the destination I look around to see the huge mansion ahead of me. While I am amazed by the exterior that seems like a Cologne Cathedral as compared to the ordinary American house I was living in, the driver clears his throat just to bring me back to reality. 

“Ms Sinclair, welcome.” A woman who is dressed in a neatly pressed buttoned shirt paired with a pencil skirt and high heels comes to greet me with a warm smile on her face. 

She seems professional, her hair tugs back into a sleek bun.

The driver introduces her as the house manager and I nod. “My name is Samantha. Nice to see you. Come right this way.” She guides the way inside and while I keep on looking around, observing the exterior, I now arrive at the hallway with her. 

Passing by, I look at the wall frames on both of the corners, there are only men and no women there. I wonder if my brothers are as sweet and kind as they seem in their pictures. In the picture frames, they are dressed in impeccable business suits, looking a modern version of Edward Rochester. 

The woman named Samantha apparently doesn't say anything to me about the wall frames, and neither do I ask her. I now arrive at the grand foyer and my eyes directly land on the figures sitting patiently on the sofas. I see the three young men approaching me, basically running in my direction. 

Their faces lit up with excitement and curiosity but i feel nervous and scared. There are so many emotions rushing through my veins but I managed to keep a straight face. 

“Sister!” one of them speaks to me and before I can react, he pulls me into a warm long hug. I can only inhale the strong scent that is coming from his clothes and he pulls back as he asks me, “How are you sister?” the first thing I say to him is, “damn, how much perfume have you devoured yourself with?” 

The next I notice is all three of my brothers chuckling together and I feel ashamed. “What is your name?” the third brother asks me and I also carry the same curiosity as them. 

After telling them my name, I wait for them to speak. 

"I am Jack, the eldest," he says. Gesturing towards our other two brothers, he continues, "This is Phil and Steve."

My brothers are strikingly handsome, all three of them. 

"Welcome home, my daughter!" the voice calls out, drawing my gaze towards a man approaching me. As I take in his appearance, I admire how charming he looks.

Anger surges down my spine when I remind myself that this very man has left me to die with strangers.