Chapter 11
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Running a high fever, I forced myself out of the Miller family’s front door. I
couldn’t bear to stay in that house for another second. The night breeze hit me,
making my head spin even more; my steps unsteady. Just as I turned the corner, a
car suddenly shot out in front of me!
Screech! A Lamborghini slammed on its brakes, inches from
“Hey, watch where you’re walking,” a voice sneered.
my
heels.
The window rolled down, revealing a familiar, stunningly handsome face.
The man was dressed in a black and gray suit, his features sharp and cold, his
thin lips devoid of warmth, giving off a vibe that was anything but friendly.
I glanced at him, then collapsed right in front of the car.
“Whoa, trying to scam me? The Miller family’s little princess?” The man got
out, cigarette in hand, squatting down in front of me with a mocking tone.
It was Kevin Smith, the sworn enemy of the my brothers, someone they’d
had a feud with since childhood. The children in my family were exceptional,
but Kevin was even more so. He was the epitome of the “perfect child,”
good–looking, smart, and flaunting his superiority, leaving his peers in the dust.
My brothers, and I, had been relentlessly compared to him since childhood.
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Boys have a ridiculous competitive streak, and after being scolded for not
measuring up to Kevin, they developed a deep–seated hatred for him. They’d
once tried to take him on in a fight, but he’d easily defeated all five of them. As he
walked away, he even stepped on my eldest brother’s face, declaring them all
trash.
From that moment on, the animosity was set in stone. Even now, despite
living next door, their relationship was acrimonious. Kevin constantly
undermined Bill and Yale in business, outshone Cody and William academically,
and even the hot–headed Seth had lost to him in a taekwondo match, never
stepping foot in the ring again.
Since childhood, my brothers had constantly told me that Kevin was
arrogant, deceitful, cold–hearted, and inhuman, warning me never to talk to him.
As a child, I clung to my brothers, always listening to them, never uttering a word
to Kevin.
But now, all I could think
all I could think was, “Whatever.”
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