Hello I'm Dylan Blanchard, The Son of Rian Blanchard a multimillionaire
I Live with a family of five, my mom my dad and my two older sisters, my life is sweet right but here's a downside to that it's not
Those who think being born into a rich family is the greatest well you can throw that thought out the window because my life is Hell
My father is a multimillionaire who owns many company, my mom is a hotel tycoon while my sisters are model's, now I'm thinking your wondering what's my profession
That's the thing I don't have, I am
A disgrace, useless, pathetic, self absorbed, crooked, ugly, talentless, boneless
OK enough I heard you already!
what you say a half bake cookie in my family
Sports and activities don't interest me, even modeling or management doesn't make me budge
I have the look and talent but never really wanted to put it in action why..
Simple I hate my family
I've been hated since the day I was born because I was prettier than my sisters, brilliant than my father and could do management more better than my mother
This all brought their hatred towards me, I was bullied, abused and malnourished by my own family
Huh.. What a life
In order to live I decided to hide my talents and turn into a bookworm, being covered with books in my room made my family to not hate me but I seemed to have become invisible to their eyes, almost like they never gave birth to a third child
It hurt but what can I do I didn't ask to be born into this family now did I, only the Gods could answer my question but that wasn't possible
God's don't exist in modern day, maybe in the past were cultivation once stood high but that's been long gone
I don't know how it happened but I fell asleep reading one of the many books I had accumulated from the library
I slept thinking that tomorrow will be a better day, that maybe if I wake up early I would be able to scavenge some food to eat
My stomach had been hurting a lot lately but I brushed it off and continues to read but as I lay they the pain intensified, I couldn't sleep
Holding my stomach I walked out seeming to look for something to eat, pushing my door open I saw my sisters in the dinning room eating porridge
I always avoided them since I turned 6 but I was so hungry, the pain wouldn't go away
"sister can I have a bite"
They ignored me like I didn't exist even though I was standing right in front of them, I couldn't shout I couldn't cry, just held my stomach and went back to my room
My vision swayed and I gripped the table to balance myself
"Dylan you almost knock my food over!"
"if you want to play pretend go do it somewhere else!"
My sisters screamed in anger not seeming to see me trying with the little strength I had to keep upright
I turned to the door and moved only to fall face first
It hurt
It hurts so Much!
I cried but my sisters just walked away with disgusted expression
My stomach hurts
Please.... Make it stops...
I could only cry as my vision started to blur, I reached for my sisters begging for at least one of them to come back and save me
But no one did, I died they laying on the cold ground in the dinning room as my tears cried for someone to help me
A pathetic look, one of utter sad and betrayer, but what could I do about it I was already dead
I closed my eyes to reopen them to a beautiful face, her red colored eyes and blue colored hair was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen
My New Mom The Queen was as beautiful as a gem but that beauty was also taken from me
Isn't that him the son that killed his own mother
The queen was a majestic being if only she hadn't given birth to the devil himself
A motherless prince, hated by his own father and siblings a disgrace to the royal family
Leave him be he won't last long in here anyways
he may be the crown prince but that name is only a title nothing else
the hatred of his majesty glare it's a surprise he could still grow up in here
I thought the emperor would have already killed him when he was a baby
But the king needs a successor and he even though the devil can be used as a puppet prince
"Crown prince his majesty summons you"
This was my death road
From a live of hell to a live of torture
I should really thanks the Gods for their well planned choice
Surely if I had known I would be reborn and go through this pain again I would have just killed myself
It should have been me that died that day not her
She had a life, loved by all unlike me, I don't seem to get anything good
I'm more like a carbon fodder used for the main leads to get their ways
Huh...
I wish I was never born...
Maybe then I wouldn't have to die a second time
My father came close to me with his sword brandish by his side
The light shining off as he raised it to enact the finishing blow, my siblings stood by the side laughing at me with a sicking expression
"any last words you would like to say my son"
Tsk..
"hahahaha"
"your son..?" hahaha
"it's been so long since I've heard you say that"
"is it now that you are about to behead me that you acknowledge me as one of your children"
"just kill me already...."
"I miss mom"
"I want to go and be with her"
"you never acted like a father in the first place"
"my home wasn't a home but a cell, my prison, my torturer and my death place"
"with you being the key to it all"
"goodbye father"
"I never loved you to begin with"
My vision flew as the scene turned upside down
Huh...
So he really did do it
To be expected he isn't a tyrant for nothing but why..
Why is the Tyrant crying