My name was Felicity Simons, and I was a foster child of the Gellar family. Growing up, the twin brothers Ryan and Logan Gellar lavished me with affection, treating me like a princess and playfully arguing over who would marry me when we got older. But everything changed when Rebecca Amore and I were abducted. The kidnappers made it clear they could only save one of us, and without hesitation, they threw me to the wolves. “As long as Rebecca Amore is safe, you can do whatever you want with Felicity.” “Felicity’s tough; she can handle the pain. But Rebecca is delicate—she can’t take any harm.” They cast me aside, sacrificing me for Rebecca’s life. I fought through the agony of my injuries and managed to escape. The very first thing I did was call Vincent Gellar, their father, my heart racing as the phone rang. “I’m ready to accept the marriage alliance with the Anderson family.” I crawled home from the kidnappers’ den, my hands and feet raw and bleeding. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I saw Ryan and Logan lounging on the couch, casually giving Rebecca a leg massage. While I was fighting for my life on the brink of death, not a single one of them cared about my well-being. I stood at the door for what felt like an eternity until Logan finally noticed me. He raised his chin slightly and let out a laugh that seemed out of place. “See? I told you she’d be back within twenty-four hours. She’s always been crafty and full of tricks. Kidnappers? Please, she could handle that like it’s child’s play. Ryan, I win the bet; your sports car is mine now.” They were twins—Ryan, the older brother, and Logan, the younger one. Ryan groaned in frustration. “Damn it, if I had known she’d come back this quickly, I wouldn’t have taken that bet. I thought she’d drag it out a bit longer.” My voice trembled with anger. “Why didn’t you come to save me?” I had endured a whole day of torture at the hands of kidnappers, my body bruised and battered. If I hadn’t managed to sneak the keys, I might not be standing here now. At that moment, Rebecca coughed softly from the couch. The brothers immediately turned their attention to her, fussing over her with coffee and water. Logan suddenly shot me a glare. “This is all your fault, Felicity. You knew Rebecca wasn’t well and still dragged her around, making her catch a chill. Look at her legs—they’re swollen!” Ryan added, “If she gets any worse, you’re going to pay for it!” I was completely lost. It was Rebecca who insisted on going out, claiming she wanted to see some fireworks. Instead, we ended up in a remote area and got kidnapped. I mused, “I’m the victim here! Why is everyone blaming me?” “That’s not true! She was the one who wanted to go out; I was just…” I gasped, the pain tightening in my chest as I spoke. Suddenly, Rebecca interrupted me, sitting up weakly on the couch, clutching Ryan and Logan’s hands tightly. Her pale face looked ready to crumble, tears welling up in her eyes. “Please don’t blame Felicity; it’s my fault. I grew up with no one to care for me, barely enough to eat, and my health has always been poor. I couldn’t escape on my own, and that’s why she suffered with me. “It’s all my fault; if you’re going to blame someone, blame me.” As she cried, Ryan and Logan’s expressions softened, their brows furrowing in concern as they rushed to wipe her tears away. Ryan said, “Rebecca, you’re too sweet; it’s not your fault at all.” Logan chimed in, “Yeah! We know you’re kind-hearted, but don’t defend Felicity. We know her well enough. She’s always been selfish, never thinking of anyone but herself. “Everything she went through today is just what she deserves. But you, Rebecca, you’re different. You’re kind and pure, and you deserve nothing but the best.” With each word they spoke, my heart sank deeper. I mused, “Why is this happening?” They used to dote on me so much. Ever since I was taken in by the Gellar family, they cared for me with such tenderness, treating me like I was their whole world. Whatever I wanted, I’d have it by the next day. They fought over who would marry me when we grew up, even brawling over it more than once. Then Rebecca came along, the second foster child of the Gellar family. At first, they didn’t like her at all. I had to spend countless hours convincing them of her worth, bringing her along everywhere, trying to help them accept her. Eventually, they did accept her, but with that acceptance came a complete shift in their affection. All the love they once showered on me was redirected to her, and their attitude towards me changed dramatically. Now, it felt like I didn’t even recognize them anymore.
Hobbling back to my room, I knelt beside the bed, my bloodstained hands shaking as I dialed Vincent’s number. “Dad, about that marriage alliance you mentioned—I’m ready to go through with it.” Vincent was a busy man, mostly engrossed in his work. To him, raising a foster daughter was just a means to an end, driven by business interests. “Good girl, that’s the right choice. Once you’re wed to the Anderson family, I’ll ensure you have a generous dowry. You’ll never have to worry about money again.” That was enough for me. I just wanted to escape, to put as much distance as possible between me and the three of them. It took me over an hour to scrub the blood and grime off my body. The moment the water hit my wounds, sharp, searing pain shot through me. That night was a whirlwind of nightmares. I kept reliving the moment Ryan and Logan had pushed me toward the kidnappers, trading my life for Rebecca’s. They had sneered that I was tough, while Rebecca was fragile. That was why they decided not to save me, gently cradling Rebecca as they whisked her away. She hadn’t even gotten her dress dirty. And I? I was left to endure wave after wave of torment. In the dead of night, a searing pain shot through my chest, and I doubled over, coughing up blood. I managed to call for an ambulance, throwing on some clothes as I stumbled down the stairs. Just as I reached the bottom step, I heard Rebecca’s voice call out softly behind me. “Felicity, where are you going so late?” She floated toward me like a ghost, moving silently in the dim light. I ignored her, determined to keep walking, but she laughed from behind. “Are you really going to pretend you don’t hear me?” Without warning, she yanked my arm and screamed, “Help! Help me!” Before I knew it, Ryan and Logan burst through their bedroom doors. In an instant, Rebecca and I swapped places; she held on tight as she yanked me down the stairs. My feet left the ground, and I tumbled down, pain erupting in my body as I landed, blood spewing from my mouth. Logan reached me just in time, catching Rebecca effortlessly in his arms as she feigned distress. “Ryan, I think I twisted my ankle. It hurts so much!” Rebecca cried, her voice dripping with false innocence. Ryan dropped to the floor, his hands working to soothe her. With each rub, she winced and cried out, “That hurts, Logan! Stop it, please…” Ryan and Logan’s anger flared. Ryan sprinted down the steps, eyes blazing as he kicked me hard in the stomach. “You venomous witch! What did Rebecca ever do to you that you’d want to hurt her like this?” Logan, still holding Rebecca, glared at me. “With jealousy like yours, you deserve nothing but misery.” I curled into a ball on the floor, my body convulsing from the impact, unable to utter a single word. Outside, I heard the distant sirens of the ambulance approaching. I struggled to focus, my fingers digging into the carpet, desperate to pull myself up. But Logan stepped down, pinning my hand beneath his foot. Blood gushed from my wound, and I gasped, “Please, let me go…” His voice dripped with disdain. “What makes you think you deserve a ride in an ambulance? If you want to get to the hospital, crawl there yourself.” With that, they carried Rebecca out, leaving me behind, a writhing mess on the floor. The sirens faded into the night as darkness swallowed me whole.
When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself in a hospital room. It was the maid who had come in for her morning shift that discovered me. Two of my ribs were broken, and my body was covered in various wounds. The doctor warned me that one of my ribs had nearly punctured my heart. I had come so close to never opening my eyes again. A nurse, her face filled with concern, leaned in. “Do you have a family member I can call for you? You’re going to need someone now that you’re so weak.” I managed a faint smile, though it felt hollow. “Thanks, but I don’t have anyone.” My mind flashed back to the very same family that had turned their backs on me not so long ago. They had chosen to let me die while they cursed me to my fate. Exhausted, I closed my eyes again. Moments later, another nurse entered, talking softly with a coworker. “Hey, I just saw the most incredible pair of twins in the next room. They are stunning! I almost asked for their numbers.” “Why didn’t you?” the other nurse asked, intrigued. “Ugh, they’re definitely not single. They were hovering over this girl, feeding her by hand. When I told them she was fine, they shot me dirty looks.” My heart twinged painfully at their words. I mused, “Why does she have to waltz in and take everything from me so effortlessly?” After what felt like an eternity, the IV drips were finally done, and I was allowed to get up and go to the restroom. My bladder had been holding on for far too long, creating an uncomfortable pressure. Of course, I couldn’t rush—I could only move slowly, inching my way to the door. But as I reached the threshold, I looked up to find Ryan and Logan standing guard, blocking my way like sentinels. I tried to sidestep them, but Ryan stuck his arm out to stop me. “What’s the matter? Are you blind or mute? Can’t you see us? You’d think the Gellar family raised you better than this. Real classy, Felicity.” Logan crossed his arms, a mocking smile on his face. “Seriously, you can’t expect everyone to be as clever as Rebecca.” Ryan scoffed, saying, “Don’t put me in the same league as her. She’s not worthy of the comparison.” I felt my fists tighten and gritted my teeth. “Is that all you have to say?” The discomfort in my abdomen was overwhelming, leaving me with no patience for their taunts. “If you’re done, can you move? You shouldn’t linger around the ladies’ room like this. You might give someone the wrong idea.” With a frustrated shove, I pushed Ryan’s hand away, clutching my stomach as I tried to walk past them. But Logan had other plans; he stuck out a foot, and before I knew it, I was tripping over him, landing hard on the cold, unforgiving floor. “Ah!” The sharp pain in my chest and abdomen made me cry out, tears streaming down my face as I struggled to catch my breath. I felt like a stranded fish, flopping helplessly on the floor. Logan’s laughter cut through the air, cruel and unrelenting. “Oh, look at you! You really know how to play the victim. Why don’t you just stay down there?” Just then, Rebecca emerged from the restroom, looking down at me. With a casual flick of her wrist, she splashed water from her hands onto my hair. “Oh, Felicity! What are you doing on the floor? Do you need a hand?” The moment she stepped out, Ryan and Logan surged toward her like dogs drawn to a bone. Without a second thought, Ryan scooped her up, grinning. “Let her have her moment. Ignore her, Rebecca. She’s always got something scheming in her mind. You, on the other hand, are too sweet for her games.” Logan parsed over, his concern exaggerated. “So, Rebecca, how’s that foot of yours? Still hurting?” Rebecca pouted playfully. “It still hurts a lot. Will you rub it for me? I heard that helps!” The brothers hovered around her, eager to oblige, each trying to outdo the other as they fawned over her. They exchanged flirtatious banter while I lay on the ground, writhing in pain. It felt as if my whole body were shaking apart. Just when I thought I might pass out, the nurse from before rushed over, clearly alarmed, and helped me back to my feet. I choked, blood rising in my throat, and spat out another mouthful. The nurse, clearly flustered, called for help. Ryan glanced down at me with a dismissive air and said to the nurse, “Are you a doctor? What’s with your eyesight? Can’t you tell she’s just putting on a show?” The nurse shot back, her voice laced with anger. “What kind of eyes do you have? Her limbs and organs are damaged! She’s in real pain—why don’t you try pretending to be hurt?” For a brief moment, they exchanged a look, a silence hanging between them. But I didn’t have the energy to focus on their exchange; I leaned heavily on the nurse’s shoulder, waiting for someone to arrive. As the minutes dragged on, the pain became unbearable. Logan, as if suddenly struck by a sense of guilt, reluctantly crouched down beside me, reaching out. “Come on, it’s just a little discomfort. You’re really milking this, aren’t you?” But before his hand could touch me, I swatted it away with a fierce motion. My eyes blazed with fury as I shouted, “Get away from me! Don’t you dare touch me!” They were the ones responsible for my suffering. I didn’t need their fake pity. Logan’s expression darkened, and he muttered a curse under his breath, “Oh, so you’ve got some guts now, huh, Felicity? You think you can hit me and get away with it? Fine, just know that if you end up in trouble, I won’t lift a finger to help you.” Just as he finished speaking, a tall figure strode over from a distance. He bent down carefully and lifted me off the ground. I caught a whiff of his pleasant, woody scent, and at that moment, my frazzled nerves began to settle. Logan, blocking our path, demanded, “Who are you?” The smooth, deep voice that carried an air of authority came. “I’m her fiancé, Oliver Anderson. Move aside.” At the mention of his name, both Ryan and Logan flinched, instinctively stepping aside. Oliver carried me a few paces away, and I could still hear Ryan seething behind us. “When did she get involved with the Anderson family? Ha, I underestimated her. She’s quite the manipulator, isn’t she?” It seemed they were wary of my fiancé, which only made me more determined to be with him. Oliver and I weren’t strangers. Ever since I turned eighteen, Vincent had been orchestrating opportunities for me to interact with him, all while keeping Ryan and Logan in the dark. They had been overly protective, forbidding me from associating with any other guys. Once I realized Vincent’s intentions, I started to resist. It had been nearly two years since I last saw Oliver, yet he remained just as charming as ever. “Oliver, thank you for coming to my aid,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as I lay on the hospital bed. He sat beside me, looking deeply into my eyes before tucking the blanket around me. “No need to thank me. Just focus on resting; I’ll be on my way.” As he turned to leave, I reached out with trembling fingers, catching his hand gently. “Could you wait a moment?” His fingers stiffened slightly. “Sure,” he replied, settling back down with a patient demeanor. I gathered my thoughts, hesitating before speaking, “We’re going to get married, right?” Oliver paused for a few seconds before nodding. “Yes.” Then he continued, “This is essentially a union between two families, but if you’re truly unwilling, I won’t force you into it.” Panic gripped me at the thought of rejection. “No, I want this! I definitely want this.” I was desperate to escape my current situation, and if I had to leverage a “marriage” to find my worth, Oliver was my top choice. Perhaps my eagerness surprised him; he looked down and chuckled, a hint of astonishment in his tone. “I thought you hated me.” “Why would you think that?” I asked, genuinely confused. “Two years ago, I thought you agreed to meet me. I waited for you for ages, but you never showed up.” There was an almost imperceptible note of disappointment in his voice. Suddenly, memories flooded back. I remembered that day vividly. Two years ago, I had considered him a friend, so when I received his invitation for dinner, I eagerly accepted. But that day, Logan had fallen ill. He cried and begged me to stay with him, refusing to see a doctor otherwise. That evening, Vincent had found me and insisted I charm Oliver. It was then that I first grasped the harsh reality of my situation. I understood that I was merely a pawn in someone else’s game. I didn’t want to live like that, so I rebelled, resisted, and sought to change my fate. From that day on, I avoided Oliver completely. I hadn’t anticipated the misunderstanding it would create. “I never hated you. I was just too young and naive back then, thinking I could fight against my destiny. I’m sorry, Oliver, for not showing up that day.” It felt like a long-overdue apology. Oliver gently ruffled my hair, his tone softening. “It’s alright. I forgive you.” I grasped his hand, my eyes pleading. “So when are we having the wedding?” “Are you in such a hurry?” he asked. “I want to do it as soon as possible. Is that okay?” Oliver squeezed my hand, his warmth seeping into me. “Absolutely.” During my hospital stay, Oliver visited me every day. On the day I was discharged, he was there to pick me up. He had clearly taken my words to heart; I had mentioned wanting to get married quickly, and by the time I left the hospital, he had already arranged the engagement party. Dressed in a pure white gown and with my makeup perfectly done, I entered the venue on Oliver’s arm. My eyes immediately landed on Ryan, Logan, and Rebecca. Ryan and Logan wore expressions that were hard to read, a mix of disbelief and disdain. Rebecca stood between them, one arm linked with each, looking like a princess in her poofy dress. Although I was one of the stars of this engagement party, Oliver, concerned about me getting tired, led me through a quick introduction before letting me rest on the sidelines. I hadn’t been seated for long when Ryan appeared behind me, gripping my arm and dragging me out of the banquet hall. Logan was waiting outside, and they formed a wall around me. “What’s the meaning of this?” I protested, trying to push them away. Ryan scoffed and said, “Seriously, Felicity? You just got out of the hospital, and you’re already rushing to get married? Are you that desperate to find a husband? You really are cheap.” Logan toyed with the hem of my gown, a mocking smile plastered on his face, similar to Ryan’s. “Or did Oliver give you something in return? “Money, a house, or… has he slept with you?”
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