AGE THIRTEEN
I f you lose, it’s your fault.
If you win, it’s natural.
Those are the words my father has engraved in my mind ever since I learned how to talk. I’ve come to the realization that I’m nothing more than a commodity to him. He invested in me, and he expects returns in any form he deems necessary.
Roman Morozov isn’t my father. He’s my keeper.
One day, I’ll get out of this f*****g house and take Konstantin and Karina with me. Better yet, I’ll kick him and Yulia out and live in the mansion with my siblings.
Why should we leave when they’re the abnormal ones?
I step through the school’s gate and wait for the driver to pick me up. The gloomy sky casts a shadow of sadness over the school grounds, but a certain cheerful atmosphere fills the air since it’s the last day before the
