Chapter 25:

In any word. Emma wouldn't say she hated her brother. Hell, it was the complete opposite, he was neutral, between her hate and like.

Her brother, Andrew, had some certain definitions; He was hot tempered. He was arrogant, he was sly, and Emma could never even say when she had liked her brother, even for once. Just pure Nemesis, stuck in the boder line between hate and love.

There was a time, she was just nine back then, her hands was fixated around the railing of the stairs, her face hot with fury as she yelled at her twin brother.

She had been so angry at him chopping off the head of her doll, her voice was aggressive on him, her hands folded in an annoyed way.

He didn't seemed to be the least concerned, as his ears just doubled passed her furious yell, and he gazed down the stairs, his eyes watching the maids who stuttered in their works.

"Don't you just find our lives amazing?" He turns to look at her, his voice draping with the chills of vanilla ice cream.

She did it. She thought