Half a year ago, my parents did a paternity test and found out that Sharon was not their biological daughter.

I, the daughter of their nanny, was their real daughter.

For more than ten years, my adoptive mother always beat and scolded me, but she gave toys and beautiful dresses to Sharon.

I cried and asked her many times whether I was her biological child.

Every time my adoptive mother heard this, she would get angry and beat me even harder.

Later, I returned to my biological parents, and I thought I could feel the warmth of my family.

But unexpectedly, I fell into another hell.

My biological parents frowned when they saw me for the first time.

They didn't like the scars all over my body from the abuse, nor did they like my rough skin from the rough work.

Although Sharon was not their biological child, they had raised her for more than ten years and had a deep relationship with her.

So they were reluctant to send Sharon away.

To let Sharon continue to live a good life, they announced to the public that the Moore family had found their daughter who had been lost outside and that there were now two daughters in the family.

At first, I really treated Sharon as my sister and respected her, but she fell in love with my fiancé Jason.

That day, Sharon asked me to play an escape room game, and there were only two of us.

In the middle of the game, she said she was thirsty and asked me to go out and buy some water.

When I went back, I found that there was a fire in the escape room.

I panicked and looked for Sharon everywhere, but was caught by the police.

The owner of the escape room insisted that I was the one who set the fire.

They looked for Sharon but didn't find her.

After the fire was extinguished, a female corpse with an unclear face was found inside.

Bruce determined that it was Sharon based on the scar on her right arm.

Moreover, a suicide note that had been prepared in advance was found in Sharon's bedroom.

It was left for Jason.

It said: [Jason, I love you, but Joyce is my sister, and she forced me to never see you again. Otherwise, she would kill me.]

I never said such a thing.

But everyone thought that I was the murderer who killed Sharon.

That day, they forced me to stand in front of Sharon's photo and apologize to her.

They tied me up and broke the bones of both my arms. I was shaking all over and bleeding all over the floor, but they still didn't let me go.

"It's not me..."

When I was tortured by my four brothers, Jason stood by and watched it coldly.

I humbly pulled at the corner of Jason's clothes, but he pushed me away harshly.

"Joyce, I don't have a fiancée as vicious as you!

"Since you dare to hurt Sharon, you will pay the price for it!"

Everyone thought I was unforgivable.

After I was tortured hard, I was thrown into a mental hospital and stayed there for three years.

In the third year I was in the mental hospital, I thought I would stay here forever, but my four brothers and Jason came to take me back.

While they were waiting at the door of the mental hospital, my hands and feet were tied tightly to the bed.

The dean, who was in his fifties, humiliated me.

The scars on my body that had just scabbed over began to bleed again.

I endured the pain all over my body and pretended that I was having a nightmare.

After all, I had been having this nightmare for three years.

Three years ago, I was thrown here by my four brothers, and I thought my life would be better.

But I was wrong.

On the first day, the dean whipped me hard on the body and face.

At first, I resisted.

"I'm the daughter of the Moore family. If my parents know about this, they'll... Ah!"

Before I could finish my words, he whipped me in the face even harder, and blood immediately gushed out.

The dean sneered, "Really? The four young masters of the Moore family and Mr. Ford have told us to beat you to death and not let you have a good day."

I trembled and lowered my head, no longer having the strength to resist.

Whenever the dean was in a bad mood, he would beat me with a whip.

On a rainy day, he was drunk and looked at me with lustful eyes, and his smile became more and more lewd.

He tied me up so I couldn't struggle.

Then he violated me.

I screamed that night, but no one came to help me.

Some nurses and patients were watching the fun. Since then, the dean humiliated me even more.

When I closed my eyes, I always thought that if I died like this, I might not feel any pain.

So I tried various forms of suicide.

But I was always discovered by the people who were monitoring me.

The dean gave me a sedative, and if that didn't work, he would give me a higher dose of anesthetic.

I felt groggy every day and didn't even remember who I was.

When I heard that the young masters of the Moore family were coming to pick me up, I was stunned.

I didn't react. "Who are they?"

After the effect of the medicine wore off, the dean asked the nurse to wash me clean and send me out.

At the entrance of the mental hospital, there stood five handsome men in suits.

They looked cold and aloof, and they looked at me with hidden resentment and murderous intent in their eyes.

Three years later, facing these five men closest to me, I still couldn't help but take a step back in fear with a pale face.

Jason took a step forward and pinched my chin coldly.

He laughed sarcastically. "It's only been three years. Why do you become like this?"

He stared at my face, which was very thin, and then he looked at the loose and ill-fitting clothes on me.

This dress was the one I wore when I came here three years ago.

Now it seemed empty.

It had been only three years...

I felt sad in my heart.

During the three years, I lost everything.

I lost my identity as a painter, my beautiful appearance, my healthy body, and my only family...

Now I was just like a dead person.

Seeing that I remained silent, Jason frowned. He let go and wiped his hand with a handkerchief in disgust.

His expression hurt me.

Three years ago, when I was not the daughter of the Moore family, he held me in his arms and looked at me tenderly, saying that I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

My hands were covered with paint and hadn't been washed off yet, but he didn't mind and ran over to hug me.

I chuckled and pushed him away. "I haven't washed my hands yet. It's dirty."

He deliberately got paint on his face and said with a smile that it was not dirty at all.

But now he felt like I was the dirtiest person in the world.