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Abigail balled her fist and gritted her teeth. Just a year ago, their family was okay before Wilson Peyton came into their love life.

“If it is because of my attitude or my statutes, I am willing to change anything for you ”
He chuckled again and this time with a meaningful glare. Willing to change?! He asked himself.
Right in front of him was his true love and his company, and one needed to be sacrificed for. His company was almost bankrupt and with an option open, to marry Mr. Gregor's daughter, Peyton, was the only way to save his capsizing company.
Four Years ago was when everything started. When he was stuck with a choice of remarrying for benefits. He dared not object that his second bride was the prettiest girl in the world.
In order to save his company, his parents plotted along with Peyton's family to drug both of them into sleeping with each other.
Nine months later, Wilson Taylor was born and not wanting to be abandoned, Peyton forced him to get married to her and since that day, his love life never remained the same.

“What can you change?! You are not but a piece of used shoes! I never loved you. I just wanted to use you as my sex toy and nothing else. ”

“Leave, Abigail!”
He raged out on her, throwing the whole glass table on her as it made a loud bang on the floor and broke into pieces.
Immediately Emily heard the noise, she rushed into the room and shielded her mother from the last piece of furniture that he threw at her.
Emily held her silent cry beneath her smiles. Her whole back was scalded with broken parts of the glass table.

“Get out of my house! I do not want to see you anymore!”
He breathed out to calm his inner devil, barged out of the room and slammed the door with fury.
Abigail watched as his retreating shadow faded little by little before coming back to reality. Never did she know that the man she fell in love with, the man she chose to spend her life with, threw her out like trash on the second arrival of his new wife.
She gripped Emily's shoulders and cried upon it.

“Mother! Don't cry! Everything will be fine ”
Emily patted her mother at her back while gazing into the dark. The pain which she suffered from the crash did not bother her, rather her fist balled tightly as she marked the day in her mind wishing never to forget it.
Emily grew up in a violent home and everyday was hell to her and her mother. Ever since Peyton took her place, she was mistreated while Taylor was treated as the princess.
Her clothing were used rags and most of the time starved the whole day just because she was claimed to be illegitimate.

“Emily, I am so sorry! This is all my fault ”
Tears rolled down her eyes. She wiped it off with the hem of her skirt and smiled back.
The bitter smile. The smile that showed all was not well.

“Mom, why does dad hate us? Why do they hate me? Am I the reason why dad hates you? If so let me die ”
Abigail turned her head to what the little child had said. She was amazed and yet felt wronged.
Wilson Harper had successfully made her think she was all the reasons and problems why they fought

“Emily, you can not say that. Your father is just going through a phase. Be good ” She patted her on her head and took her to their room.
Laying her down on her bed, she kissed her forehead while rubbing her hands. She turned around and before leaving the room, she whispered.

“Emily, I am so sorry for giving you this kind of life. I must work harder to give you a better life.”

Next Day, In the Kitchen.
With her apron on, Emily struggled to cut an onion with a knife and accidentally had herself cut. She yelped from the deep cut and hid it behind her back.

“You are injured. ”Taylor softly said. She went instantly to the kitchen and held her hands when she saw drops of blood staining the white tiles.
Emily scorned her heart and collected her hand from Taylor's palm and frowned. She went ahead to cut the vegetables.

“Sister, you are bleeding. Let me help you ” Mei reached for the lower cabinet in the cupboard, brought out a little pink first aid from the cabinet and kept it on the cupboard.
Taylor forced through her mind. Emily slowly looked at her and held her hands. She watched as she carefully applied iodine and put plaster on the wound.

“That is all.”
Taylor smiled at her while going to the counter and tying her apron, she took a knife.

“What are you making?”

“Go away. I do not need you ” Emily sternly responded. Taking the knife away from her hands, she shooed her away.
Taylor shrugged her tone off and stood close to the kitchen. She rested her head and leaned on the wall of the kitchen.

“Sister, Why do you hate me?”
Taylor had demanded answers. It was so obvious to anyone that Emily took a disdain towards Taylor, and it brought more concern to Taylor.
At four years, she clearly understood that her father liked her more better than Emily which brought misunderstanding between the two girls.
Emily dropped the knife, her brows were furrowed together. She gazed at her immensely for a while before itching to speak.

“I don't hate you ”

Taking a pause before completing her sentence, she replied with a calmer tune. This battle did not involve the innocent girl and hating her would be unfair by all means.

“Then.......”
Taylor turned around when she was interrupted by the opening of the door. A man dressed in black and white suit both wearing a black tie and a badge written clearly on it as DRIVER walked into the kitchen after tirelessly searching the whole mansion for the kids.

“Miss Wilson.........The car is ready .”
He solely addressed Taylor leaving out Emily, besides, she was just an illegitimate child. Addressing her as one of the future Miss of the Wilson's would be a taboo on his path, and if gotten to the ears of the madam could make him lose his job instantly.
Taylor nodded her head, twirled towards Emily and wrapped her hands with her. Today is going to be a new change for their family and Taylor was going to make it stay permanent forever.

“Let go of me ” Emily mumbled under her breath nervously as she was being dragged into the car without her consent. When noticed by the driver, he harshly threw a glare at Emily giving her a signal that she was not meant to take the car.
Emily felt the chills from him, opened the car and came down. She made her change direction to the school before she was pulled into the car by Taylor.

“Uncle, Emily is going to school with me!”
She persisted loudly with a touch of arrogance. Her words echoed in Emily's mind and she cringed.
Going to school with her?
Her thoughts ran crazy in her head. She was not used to using the car to go to school rather would use the bus or take the subway. What would the other children say?
And most of all, she would perhaps be dead when Harper gets to know that she dared enter his car.

“But young ma'am ” He called out politely while trying to reason out with the young miss. “You know she is not allowed to be seen near you ”
He whispered to her ears however, his words made it crystal clear to her that she was an unimportant trash in the family.

“Uncle, you have made me angry. Do not talk and just drive. When my father asks, I will answer. ”

“Yes ma'am. ”
He put his hands up in the air and surrendered in defeat. Moreover, he had done his best to convince the young miss of the consequences if her father got to hear about it.

In School,

The car parked in front of the school gate like other elite's cars which were also parked at the school gate to drop off their children.
Emily hid nervously in the car and bent her head. She dared not to walk into the school from the entrance. She was very scared.
The time she was finally allowed to school was at the age of five years old and at that time, her father had requested her identity as an orphan and made her distance herself from the real miss of the Wilson's.
As much as possible, she tried to do so. Every morning, she always came to school by taking the subway and would rather pass the back gate than the front to avoid other rich kids.
A school just for the riches made it hard for Emily to have a normal social life without being mocked or bullied in school. Her father made her appearance so awful and torn, however, what could she do?
She held the hem of her school uniform tightly and shivered. Her vision blurred while taking a glance out of the window.

“Sister, I am with you, okay?”
Taylor brought out her hands, grabbed Emily's own and took her out of the car. She hung her amr over Emily's head and walked through the pathway.
She covered her side face as she strode along with Taylor. Whispers of course were heard amongst the crowds and also gossip.
They were blocked at the entrance by the most popular, rich queen beauty, Grace . She maintained a sinister smile on her face.

“Taylor, I did not know your maid attends this school.”