AVELINE One evening, as the last traces of light faded, Emilia descends the narrow, damp steps to the dungeon where I am imprison. I, weak and cold, look up with a glimmer of hope, my face lighting up at the sight of my sister. But Emilia's expression was one of disdain, her lip curled in disgust as she took my disheveled and miserable state. "Look at you", Emilia sneered, her voice dripping with contempy. "You look absolutely pitiful and disgusting down here."

I feels a pang of confusion and hurt. Emilia had always been kind to me; the cruelty in her words feels foreign and surreal. Struggling to understand, I stammered, "Emilia, I.. I didn't poison your drink. I would never harm you." Her voice was thick with sincerity, her eyes searching Emilia's for a trace of understanding.

To my shock, Emilia nodded, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Oh, I know you didn't poison me, Aveline, I believe you." Her tone was casual, as if we were discussing a trivial matter. My heart skipped a beat, my voice rising in confusion. "If you believe me, why didn't you tell father or mother? Why didn't you defend me?" I searched Emilia's face for an answer, a flicker of hope still clinging to my words.

Emilia's face twisted into a sly smile, her voice lowering into a tone laced with malice. "Because Aveline, I was the one who orchestrated it all. I paid the kitchen staff to slip the poison into my drink and instructed them to blame you for it." Her words are sharp, relishing the effect they have as my expression crumbles in shock. "I even bought the poison myself—a weak one, of course. Just enough to make me ill, not enough to kill."

My mind reeled, my breaths coming in shallow gaps. "Why... why would you do this, Emilia?" she whispered, barely able to process the revelation. My entire world is shaking by the person I thought cared for me most. Emilia's eyes narrowed, her gaze cold and unfeeling. "Because it's revolting to admit that you're my sister," she spat, her voice is venomou. 'I'm sick of sharing anything with you—whether it's the household, attention, or even a fraction of our family care. You don't belong her, Aveline. You're nothing but an illegitimate stain on this family."

My face fell, tears forming in my eyes as I listened. Emilia stepped closer, looking down at me only with scorn. "I should be the only lady of this house. You're just a pirce of trash—a pitiful creature trying to steal what's mine.". Emilia's words struck me like a blade, each syallable tearing away the last remnants of trust and affection I had held for her sister. In that moment, I realizes that my suffering is not due to some accident or misunderstanding; it was a carefully crafted cruelty from someone I had loved.