The novel I have entered was a dark Romance novel titled 'The Rose Made of Blood.'
It started with two children from the orphanage being adopted into a wealthy family. One of them would be selected to be the heir of the family since the daughter of the head of the family was seen as useless. The two children, a boy and a girl, were tormented by their adoptive father. If they made mistakes in the missions they were given, they would be punished for it. Even their stepsister would bother them since she was angry for being deprived of her position.
Slowly, those two kids started to resent the family. Later in the story, the boy finds out that his family was murdered by the same man who had adopted him. They together destroy the family to dust and live happily ever after confessing to each other. The girl finds out that she was the real daughter of the family but she still chose to leave her deranged father and chose her lover.
Yeah, the stepsister was not the real daughter. She was an illegitimate child. And now, that stepsister was me.
Even in another life, my father turned out to be a cheater. The only difference was that he cheated on his wife with my mother, and not the other way around.
In the novel, it was said that the father never knew his daughter was alive, that was why he kept his illegitimate daughter with him and didn't abandon her.
I looked at myself in the mirror, with dark blue hair and brown eyes. I was pretty, but weak. That was the reason he needed another child to be his heir. A strong and smart one.
If I want to survive, I have to gain the favour of my father and take over the family. In that way, neither will the main characters come like in the novel, nor will I die by their hands.
That was what I thought, but the reality was different. The father was trash. I tried to please him by talking to him at the dining table. I walked with him through the garden, and even tried to give him food which I had made myself. But my efforts were in vain. He would tell me to shut up in the dining room. He would walk with me but would not care if I fell and was left behind, as if he didn't even care about me beside him. And the foods that I made, he would only eat a bite of and would give it to his secretary or some maid.
I thought that was not enough to please him so I abruptly tried to give him a kiss on the cheek. But the slap on my cheek right after that forced me to come back to reality. He looked at me with cold eyes and said, "Now I'm sure, you've really lost your memories."
Ah, he dislikes me.
Just like my father from my past life.
From then on, I ditched my idea of persuading him with love and affection since he never liked such things from me. The things which satisfied him were my good grades and top scores.
I remember now, the novel would start in seven years and they would avenge their parents' death after two years. So, I have a total of nine years to change what I can and escape death.
I thought my days would be easy. But studying and practicing fights alongside was harder than imagined.
I was sent to many small missions with some bodyguards hiding in the shadows in case something dangerous happened.
Some missions were very easy while some gave me quite the wounds. Lucy, my personal maid, would always get worried that they could leave a scar on my body. Well, she wasn't worried about my safety I guess.
When I was fifteen, my father, for the first time in my life, called me into the practice room.
"I heard your previous mission was quite bad."
I flinched. Was he gonna abandon me because I couldn't complete the mission properly?
"Well, you're still young for that. Plus, you were not taught the method to deal with that situation." I was relieved to hear him say that and heaved a sigh a relief.
"I'll change your tutor and kill the one from before for forgetting to teach you the technique for your next mission. This thing can't be repeated." I jolted my head up in shock, 'Kill?' but soon bowed down. Yes, this was his way of dealing with people. Just killing them, and done.
I said nothing and accepted the murder of my teacher whom I had grown fond of. This thing taught me to never get attached
to anyone in this life.
"Yes, father."