Blinded by Favoritism for My Wicked Twin, My Parents Lost Me Forever

Cassandra's hands trembled as she picked up the dress.

The diamonds that once shone like stars were scattered all over the floor. The deep blue gown was torn beyond repair.

Bianca showed no guilt at all. A cruel smile appeared on her face. “Sister, did you ever wonder why Grandma Willow died so suddenly?”

She leaned close and whispered each word clearly into Cassandra’s ear. “I was the one who switched her medicine to something that made her illness worse.”

“When she died, she kept calling your name. She wanted to see you. So, I made sure she never could.”

Looking at Bianca’s proud smile, a deep chill spread through Cassandra’s body. It felt like cold had reached her bones.

She could no longer control her emotions. “Bianca, she was your grandma too! How could you do something like this?”

“She left inheritance for both of us,” Cassandra said, her voice shaking. “How can you face her? Bianca, do you even have a heart?”

Bianca’s expression suddenly twisted with hatred. “That old woman gave me a few million. What is that compared to what she gave you? She favored you so much. I wanted her dead!”

“Why do you deserve everything when you’re worse than me in every way? Grandma Willow did that. Even Oliver chose you.”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. The hatred in her eyes was terrifyingly real

Cassandra looked at her distorted face and felt completely powerless.

Before Cassandra could say anything, Bianca suddenly stepped back in panic. “Sister, I’m sorry! Please don’t hit me! Don’t hurt me!”

Cassandra froze.

Bianca kept stepping backward. Behind her was the staircase. Before Cassandra could warn her, Bianca fell down the stairs.

Bang.

Cassandra’s head buzzed.

At that moment, Oliver rushed in after hearing the noise. He walked in just in time to see Bianca fall.

He looked up at Cassandra in disbelief, his eyes red with rage. “Cassandra! I fell in love with her, sure, but she is still your sister! Why are you doing this to her?!”

Cassandra breathed rapidly and shook her head. “I didn’t push her. She fell on her own.”

Oliver laughed angrily. “Do you think I’d believe that?”

Cassandra clenched her phone, about to say she had proof. But suddenly, the world spun.

In a burst of rage, Oliver shoved her hard. She fell down the stairs.

Bang.

Her body hit the ground violently. Sharp pain exploded through her entire body. She heard bones crack and screamed in agony.

Oliver stood above her on the steps, looking down coldly. “If you like pushing people so much, then feel what it’s like yourself.”

Cassandra’s vision went dark.

Just before she lost consciousness, she saw Oliver gently holding Bianca in his arms.

When she woke up again, she was lying on the cold floor. No one was there.

The blood on her body had already dried. The door was shut. Everything around her was dark.

She limped forward. Every step sent sharp pain through her body.

She banged on the door again and again. She shouted until her voice became hoarse.

Time passed slowly.

Only in the morning did someone finally open the door.

A staff member looked at the blood on the floor and sneered. “Clean this up before you leave, would you?”

When Cassandra returned to the Prescott home, she saw that the dress Grandma Willow gave her was completely destroyed.

She asked someone to repair it.

They shook their head. “I’m sorry, miss. The damage is too severe. Even if we fix it, it won’t look the same.”

Cassandra’s fingers trembled as she ended the call.

She couldn’t keep Grandma Willow’s inheritance. Now even the last thing her grandma left her was gone.

She collapsed onto the floor, her face pale.

Her phone then vibrated. “Ms. Wolfe, the car is ready. We can leave around three.”

Cassandra closed her tired eyes. “Alright.”