My Leftover Belongings

“And if we don’t? What are you going to do?” Jasmine asked.

“Nothing, of course. Who am I to do something to the almighty adopted daughter of the Rossador family.”

Yes, an adopted daughter. That was what she was. It is high time she starts knowing her place in the family and stops trying to take the place of the real daughter of the family. Perhaps she forgot how she came about in the family?

“How ironic. An almighty adopted daughter that is far better than the real daughter herself. Have you seen something like that? Just leave with your bastard and we’ll be fine.”

Izabelle clenched her fist. Not them calling her daughter a bastard for the second time on the same day. If they continued with this, she wasn’t sure that she was going to take it.

“I guess you’ll have to pursue me then. I already told you not to worry. You can take whatever is in this house that belongs to me. My clothes, my shoes,” she paused to look at Jasmine’s hand. “I don’t even have to give you permission consider