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Anastasia Tremaine (stepsister of mc)
They’ll never love you… not when you bring them nothing but bad luck. Ashreil🙄😒
Drizella Tremaine(stepsister of mc)
"scoff" Don't even dream about it
Ashreil Tremaine stood in the shadow of the grand hall, clutching a bucket in one hand, his knuckles white. His stepsisters lounged on silk cushions by the fire, their laughter like glass shattering in his ears.
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
Don’t just stand there, boy!😠
Garrick Tremaine’s voice cracked like a whip.
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
The floors won’t scrub themselves.!
Ashreil Tremaine(MC)
Y- yes, sir,😥
Ashreil murmured, lowering his gaze. He moved silently, as he always did, trying not to be noticed—because being noticed meant being ridiculed.
Ashreil Tremaine(MC)
*starts cleaning*
Anastasia Tremaine (stepsister of mc)
Careful with that rag~
...Anastasia said sweetly, her tone dripping with venom.
Anastasia Tremaine (stepsister of mc)
.You’ll smear the dirt instead of cleaning it.😒
Drizella Tremaine(stepsister of mc)
Or maybe the curse in his filthy blood will stain the floor worse.😏"smirked"
Their laughter rang out, cruel and deliberate. Garrick didn’t stop them.
Ashreil Tremaine(MC)
"Mind your tongue,"
Ashreil whispered under his breath.
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
What was that?
Ashreil Tremaine(MC)
N-Nothing, sir...😥
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
liar!😡 did you think I cant hear you?! Well you're wrong.
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
you dare to talk back at me?!😠*grab his hair harshly*
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
YOU INSOLENT BRAT!!
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
LISTEN HERE BOY you're just a cursed witch nothing else! just like your b*tchy mother.😠
Ashreil Tremaine(MC)
Ughr... M-my mother is not a b*tch!😠
A loud slap echoed the room
Ashreil Tremaine(MC)
*holds his cheeks*😢
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
You dare to talk back at me again 😡😡
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
*slaps him*
The words had barely left his mouth when his father’s hand came crashing against his cheek. The sharp crack echoed through the room, silencing him instantly. Heat spread across his face, the sting biting deeper than the pain itself. His father’s eyes burned with fury, each breath heavy with the weight of unspoken threats. He had dared to talk back—and for that, the punishment was swift and merciless.
Garrik Tremaine (stepfather of mc)
*about to slap again*
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