Suffering Inhuman Tortures From the Fake Heiress

I bit my lips tightly, until it bled, but I dared not make any sound.

When I was first locked up in the training center, I fought back against those who wanted to abuse me. As a result, they shocked me to the ground with electric shocks and beat me with sticks and whips for three days and three nights.

When I was hungry, I had only rotten food. When I was thirsty, I had to drink those people's urine.

Once I was lucky enough that the "coach" who came to me to vent was drunk and I took the opportunity to get his mobile phone.

I dialed my brother's phone number from memory, crying, admitting my mistake and begging him to take me home.

He just snorted coldly and said, "Renesmee, we agreed on a year, but it's only been a few days? Compared to the pain that Renata has suffered, this punishment is already a bargain for you."

"Just stay there and control your young lady temper!"

On the other end of the phone, the fake daughter's, Renata Muller, delicate crying could be heard.

"She was just confused for a moment. I was the one who stole her favor first. I deserve any punishment she gives me ...."

"Can you please forgive her? Anyway, my face has been ruined. I am no longer worthy of being a young lady of the Muller Family. Just let me go and let me fend for myself ...."

I was about to say something else but was interrupted by my parents' roar.

"Reagan! Didn't you see that Renata was sobbing? Hang up now! Don't answer Renesmee's calls anymore!"

"One year is one year. She will come back when she has learned her lesson!"

The call was hung up as I cried in despair.

Later on, I found out that my whole family was preparing to accompany Renata to South Korea for plastic surgery that day.

My parents and brother stated in pubic that no matter what Renata became, she was still their beloved family member.

But I had never been able to integrate into their family, three years ago and now.

I used more and more force with my hands and slapped my face until it was hot and swollen.

"Stop it!"

Reagan restrained my hands, anger swirling in his eyes.

"Renesmee, have you become so shameless now?"

"Are you taking off your clothes and hurting yourself in there to win their sympathy? It's useless!"

"Those people are professionals that Mom, Dad and I have specifically instructed. They won't be soft-hearted just because of your little tricks."

Hearing the words "Mom and Dad", I finally recognized who he was.

"Reagan, it's you ...."

He was stunned for a moment, his face darkened more and more and he gritted his teeth and said, "Stop acting! It's only been a year, you can't possibly not remember who I am, can you?"

"We just want you to learn your lesson, be more obedient and well-behaved. Do you really need to act miserable and disgust me?"

"I'm telling you! I recorded the video of you slapping yourself just now, so don't try to frame me later!"

Three years ago, after I was recognized back to the Muller Family.

Renata always found ways to hurt herself and then cried and told them not to blame me.

Later, she even deliberately broke my father's treasured antique vase and destroyed my brother's carefully built building blocks and put the blame on me.

Whenever I defended myself and pointed fingers at Renata, they would only say, "Don't try to frame others!"

My whole family told me the same thing at my birthday party a year ago.

"You clearly want to harm your sister, don't try to frame her!"

My heart was filled with a sharp pain and my throat was sore.

Seeing that I stopped talking, Reagan pulled me into the car.

As soon as I got home and opened the door, an innocent figure threw herself into my arms.

"Renesmee, you're back! I missed you so much!"

It was Renata, dressed in an innocent look. Her face had returned to normal and she looked like a princess pampered by the whole family.