My father, Declan Hamilton, turned fifty this Christmas. He has two daughters—my older sister Ariana Hamilton and me, Ashley Hamilton. He dotes on Ariana endlessly but treats me like a stray dog, subjecting me to constant abuse. I always thought he despised me because I was his illegitimate daughter, until a paternity test proved I was indeed his biological child. He forced drugs down my throat, making me foam at the mouth like a rabid animal, my limbs convulsing in agony. I cried out to my mother, Monica Hamilton, for help. Heartbroken, she demanded to know why Declan was treating me this way. But he simply pulled out Ariana’s test results. After one glance, Monica kicked me in the stomach so hard I couldn’t stop vomiting. My aunt Emma Lawson felt sorry for me and wanted to take me away. But Declan showed her that same report. After reading it, her face went pale, and she jumped off a building that very day. Declan’s boss, Vincent Murray, accidentally witnessed everything and secretly slipped me some money, telling me to run. Just three more days, and I’ll escape this hell! But I’ve always been curious—what exactly was written on Ariana’s test results? “You bitch, let’s see if you ever dare do this again!” Declan roared as I cowered at his feet, trembling all over. He slashed my face with scissors just because I’d secretly used Ariana’s makeup. Blood blurred my vision as my heart pounded violently. I wanted to tell him I was his daughter, not some toy he could trample on at will. I begged him to stop hitting me. But when I looked up at him, there wasn’t a trace of mercy in his eyes—only deep disgust. Why? Wasn’t I his daughter? Ever since Declan brought Ariana back from Emma’s house where she’d been raised, he became a completely different person. Every day he prepared lavish meals for Ariana while I crouched in the corner, eating their leftovers. They threw Ariana a birthday party at a five-star hotel while I hid in the basement, gnawing on dry spaghetti and watching her laugh happily through the crack under the door. She had her own private dressing room filled with designer cosmetics Declan bought her. Meanwhile, I was beaten until my bones broke just for secretly using Monica’s old lipstick. That day I was beaten so badly my limbs were twisted, and I could only crawl on the ground, my eyes filled with resentment. Could there be something wrong with my identity? I thought I wasn’t Declan’s biological daughter. So Ariana secretly took me to get a paternity test. The results confirmed I was indeed Declan and Monica’s biological daughter. Then why did he despise me so much? Just as I was about to check Ariana’s test results, Declan appeared. Seeing his cold stare, I instinctively tried to flee but was kicked to the ground. “Bitch, trying to run?” He clutched the test report in one hand while whipping me with a belt in the other. Lash after lash fell as I rolled on the ground in pain while Ariana clapped and laughed beside him. Once I was completely unable to resist, he pried open my mouth and forced down some burning liquid. I foamed at the mouth like a dog, my limbs convulsing as my abdomen felt like it was on fire. When Monica came home and saw me writhing in agony on the floor, she immediately confronted Declan. “Ashley is your daughter! How can you treat her like this?” Declan sneered and handed Ariana’s test results to her, then leaned down to whisper something. Monica’s face went white. She stopped questioning him and instead lifted her high heel, stomping on my abdomen over and over. I convulsed in pain, clutching my bleeding stomach with both hands. As Monica stomped on me, she cursed, “Little bitch! I can see you don’t want to stay in this house anymore. Once I crush your belly, let’s see if you still dare think such thoughts!” From then on, every day became a nightmare of Declan and Monica’s joint abuse. Each time I’d kneel on the ground covered in bruises, wiping away blood while enviously watching them cuddle with Ariana as they watched movies. I was their daughter—so why did they treat me this way after Ariana came back? During those years of beatings from Declan and Monica, I once sought help from community workers. Initially, they sympathized with me and even visited our home, trying to correct Declan and Monica’s behavior. The workers said, “What kind of parents are you? The child hasn’t done anything wrong and you’re still beating her.” Declan and Monica remained silent, simply showing them Ariana’s test results. After reading it, the workers’ expressions changed completely, and they immediately turned on me with harsh words. “She deserves to be beaten to death—she’s nothing but a slut!” And so I endured abuse until high school graduation, my entire body covered in scars. Every cry for help fell on deaf ears. Trembling, I asked Declan, “I’m about to start college. Can you please tell me what I did wrong?” He looked at me with a cold smile, not a trace of warmth in his eyes. “Your very existence is a mistake!” With that, he slapped me hard and grabbed my hair for another vicious beating. Fortunately, Emma, who hadn’t shown up in ages, arrived just in time, and I barely escaped with my life. She held my bloodied body in her arms and angrily scolded Declan, “I’ll pay for Ashley’s tuition. You’re never to touch her again!” Warmth flooded my heart, but seeing Declan’s next move, my entire body froze. He was about to pull out Ariana’s test results again.
I trembled all over, curled up in Emma’s warm embrace, fear nearly suffocating me. Declan’s fingers had already reached into his suit pocket, where he kept Ariana’s paternity test report! Anyone who tried to help me would instantly turn into a demon and push me into eternal damnation the moment they saw that report. Fear drove me to break free from Emma’s embrace. “No! Don’t take that out!” I gripped his wrist desperately. “I’ll never run away again…” Before I could finish speaking, a sharp slap landed across my face. The taste of blood immediately filled my mouth, but I couldn’t care about the pain—I just desperately clung to Declan’s legs. Declan remained unmoved by my pleas. “Emma, read this first, then decide whether you want to take Ashley away.” I could only kneel and turn to Emma, kowtowing in desperation. “Please, Aunt Emma, take me away now.” My tears fell in despair. I knew better than anyone that once Emma saw that paper, she would definitely have Declan kill me. Thinking I was just scared, Emma frowned and pulled me into her arms with concern. “It’s okay, Ashley. I’ll take you away after I read it.” But the more I begged, the more curious she became. Eventually, Emma still let go of her embrace and walked toward the paternity report. The moment Emma looked at the paternity report, I still held onto a sliver of hope. Emma had raised Ariana for so many years—she must know whose child Ariana was. She would never abandon me. However, I was ultimately too naive. Emma staggered backward, slipped, and stepped on my bloodied hand. “Impossible…” her voice trembled, barely coherent. She suddenly looked up at me, and this time, there was no previous compassion in her eyes—only bone-chilling coldness. She said, “You’re right, Ashley deserves to die. She doesn’t deserve to live!” It was over. Everything was over. I closed my eyes in despair, waiting only for the next wave of pain to arrive. But aside from Emma’s cold words, nothing happened. Could it be that she was just talking, and still had a bit of feeling for me in her heart? Just as I opened my eyes in wild joy, Emma had already rushed out the door. I saw her eyes filled with terror. What was she afraid of? Before I could figure out the reason, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps in the hallway, followed by the dull thud of something heavy hitting the ground, mixed with neighbors’ screams. What happened? Did someone jump from the building? My whole body turned ice cold, as if I had fallen into a frozen abyss. Declan walked to the window and glanced down, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he stared coldly at my disheveled state. I crawled toward the window in disbelief, only to see a bloody, mangled figure lying below. A crowd of onlookers had already gathered around. The moment I recognized that face, it was like thunder exploding in my mind. It was Emma who had jumped. After seeing the paternity report, she chose suicide. “Your aunt died because of you—this is all your fault!” Declan coldly dropped this statement and left, leaving me alone to scream in endless agony. What exactly was in Ariana’s paternity report? It made Emma choose death over facing the truth, and made everyone who knew want me to disappear immediately! The unknown truth filled me with terror. I comforted myself over and over—I would soon be able to go to college and escape this hell! Just then, the doorbell rang. Declan opened the door, and a group of police officers poured in. The lead officer showed his badge and said calmly to Declan, “Regarding the woman’s jumping incident, Mr. Hamilton, please bring your daughter with you to the police station.”
Facing the police, Declan remained as cold and indifferent as ever. He answered every question with calm composure, showing no emotion whatsoever. The investigation lasted the entire day, and ultimately the police closed the case, ruling Emma’s death a suicide. Afterward, the officers noticed the injuries covering my body and immediately demanded sternly: “Mr. Declan Hamilton, your actions constitute domestic violence. I have the authority to arrest you!” Declan let out a cold laugh that made my entire body tremble. Seeing my terrified expression, the officer grew even more furious, suddenly standing up and shouting at Declan: “I’m arresting you right now on charges of domestic abuse!” Then he gently took my arm and softly comforted me, saying it was all over. I forced a grateful smile, but didn’t dare relax for a moment, keeping my eyes fixed on Declan’s every move. Declan glanced at me sideways, his eyes full of contempt. He said: “Officer, this is merely a family dispute. Perhaps you should review this medical report before making your decision?” He pulled out Ariana’s paternity test results. Like a desperate rabid dog, I collapsed at Declan’s feet, my nails digging desperately into the back of his hand. The moment the officer’s fingers touched the paper, I heard a drowning-like gurgling sound escape from my throat. I was suffocating. I wished I could die right then and there. They would surely abandon me, condemn me, all because of Ariana’s test results. “Please…” I clutched desperately at the hem of the officer’s uniform. Declan released his grip on my hair, and I crashed onto the table like a broken rag doll. Sure enough, the officer’s eyes widened instantly, his face changing color dramatically. He looked at Declan in shock, while Declan responded with complete seriousness: “Family dispute. Minor matter.” The officer sighed deeply and spoke the words that filled me with despair: “You two go home. For family disputes, we recommend internal mediation. As for Ashley’s injuries, they were caused by accidental bumps and falls.” He too released the hand that had been ready to save me. Tears of despair slid down my cheeks as I completely lost strength and collapsed to the floor. A look of satisfaction crossed Declan’s face as he kicked at my head with the tip of his shoe and spat. He said: “Let’s go, Ashley. Time to resolve our family dispute.” I cried and screamed as Declan dragged me out of the police station by my hair. Just as I was struggling and wailing, a strange man appeared. I lifted my tear-stained face and looked up at the newcomer in confusion. It was Vincent, Declan’s boss and the owner of the pharmaceutical company. Having learned that Declan hadn’t come to work today due to the investigation, he had personally come to the police station. Seeing me lying disheveled on the ground, Vincent reached out his hand, wanting to wipe the blood from my face. Seeing this, Declan stepped on my face and ground his heel against it repeatedly. He said: “This slut wants to find another man to be her daddy. We already destroyed her uterus long ago. Don’t touch her, sir. I’d hate for her to dirty your hands.” Vincent gasped in shock, then bent down and whispered a few words in my ear that only we could hear. My face instantly lit up with hope, and I nodded carefully. After being dragged home covered in injuries, before I could even tend to my wounds, Declan burst through the door and stared at me intensely: “What did he say to you?” Seeing me shake my head frantically, Declan immediately pulled out his belt and began beating me savagely. I was beaten bloody, but still refused to speak. Only when the belt broke from his violent strikes did he finally stop. Watching Declan’s retreating figure, I let out a long breath. Vincent had said he was willing to fund my college education and help me escape this hellish family, on the condition that I couldn’t tell Declan and Monica about it. We agreed to meet in three days. Just three more days, and I could finally escape this place! When I woke up again, my body still ached terribly, but hope had ignited in my heart—the force that would keep me alive. Just then, I noticed the light was still on in Declan’s study, and I heard a voice from inside that was both strange and familiar. “Ashley is your daughter. If you can’t raise her properly, just let me raise her instead.” It was Vincent’s voice! My whole body stiffened, terrified that the hope I’d barely managed to kindle would instantly be extinguished. I quietly hid on the balcony outside the study, peering through the glass into the room. I spied secretly, and my blood instantly turned to ice. I saw Ariana’s paternity test results! Finally, I understood why Declan hated me so much!
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