At the birthday party, the fake daughter who was cutting the cake suddenly slashed her face with a knife, then knelt down and begged me with blood all over her face.

"Renesmee, look! I've become so ugly now, please don't let me sleep with those men anymore, okay ...."

"I will listen to you and leave this house. I will never steal the love of Mom, Dad and Reagan from you anymore!"

My parents and brother were shocked and furious as soon as they heard this. They announced in public that they would discipline me, Renesmee Muller, their real daughter and sister and sent me to a training center.

I was beaten with sticks and electric shocks, forced to drink urine and eat stale food and even subjected to more than a dozen coaches' rounds of "discipline".

A year later, my whole family remembered me.

I knelt down with fear in my eyes and laid on the ground, imitating the barking of a dog skillfully.

"I know I’m wrong, please punish your Puppy gently ...."

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Just as I walked out of the training center with trembling legs, my brother leaned against the black car and stared at me.

In this moment, I had already been washed up and changed back into the dress I was wearing when I came to the training center.

There was no evidence of any abuse suffered over the year.

They forced me to eat all kinds of weight-gaining agents in advance when they knew my family would pick me up.

I also hired a special effects makeup artist to cover up all the scars on my body.

Seeing that I still did not call him "master" and still had the indifferent and unresponsive expression, my brother, Reagan Muller, frowned and grabbed my arm.

"What? You knew I was coming to pick you up, so you deliberately dawdled inside and made me wait for two hours?"

"Renesmee, are you still so arrogant? Haven't you stayed in the training center long enough?"

Seeing his angry face and listening to the threats in his words,

My pupils suddenly shrank and I reflexively withdrew my arm, my face pale.

I knelt at my brother's feet with a thud.

I started trembling and begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry, Master. I made you unhappy ...."

"Your shoes are dirty again. I'll lick them clean for you ...."

I crawled to his shoes on my knees and numbly stuck out my tongue to lick them.

Reagan suddenly jerked his foot away and took a step back, staring at me in disgust.

"Renesmee, are you sick?"

His gaze was frightening like a cold-blooded venomous snake, making me tremble all over.

I recalled the dark experience of being locked up in the training center.

It meant he was going to punish me, the "Naughty Puppy".

I instinctively lifted up my skirt.

I even barked like a dog.

"Master, don't be angry. I will be good and obedient."

"I know I'm wrong, please punish your Puppy gently ...."

Reagan was shocked. He squatted down and grabbed my hand.

He violently pulled me up from the ground, his aura as dark as thunderclouds, gritted his teeth and said, "Renesmee Muller!"

"Are you still dissatisfied? That's why you're being so sarcastic and trying to provoke me?"

I was shivering and tears were welling up in my eyes.

Once I provoked others, what awaited me would be hellish torture.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please ... please don't hit me, I will be good and obedient ...."

"I admit my mistake! I was wrong! I shouldn't have hurt anyone. I do know I was wrong!"

In just a few seconds, he slapped me in the face.

"That's enough! Shut up!"

It was the first time he had hit me in three years.

If it were in the past, I would definitely slap him back.

He had no right to lift a finger against me.

But now, I just pulled my hand back in a daze and then slapped myself left and right with all my might.

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.

But when she hugged me tightly, her hands squeezed my injured parts and whispered in my ear.

"Bitch, you still dare to come back? You've been ridden by thousands of people. If I were you, I would have killed myself out of shame and anger."

The pain in my heart overwhelmed the pain in my body and I froze in place.

So it was her!

Why do you treat me like this?

Why?

I pushed her away and wanted to question her angrily.

"Oh my ...."

However, she seemed to be prepared and took advantage of the situation to fall backwards fiercely.

The back of her head hit the steps and blood gushed out immediately.

"Renesmee, it's been a year, do you still hate me?"

She was crying so hard that blood was flowing down her neck onto her snow-white dress, which was a shocking sight.

"Renesmee! I knew you were just pretending. You're still so vicious!"

My brother kicked me away and carried Renata towards the living room.

Renata leaned on his shoulder, raised her eyebrows and signaled me with her lips proudly. "I'll get you kicked out today."

The next second, she let out a sobbing sound, attracting our parents.

The three of them surrounded her with concern and began to apply medicine, until they heard Reagan say that it was me who caused Renata to be injured.

My parents finally noticed me standing at the door.

"Mom, Dad, don't blame Renesmee. Although she has good food and drink in the training center and learns the rules, she is not free after all. It is normal for her to feel resentful woo woo …."

Renata choked up and begged for mercy on my behalf and my father's face was extremely ugly.

He rushed towards me in anger and slapped me in the face.

"Renesmee, have you learned all the rules in a year!"

"Why are you still so vicious? You target your sister as soon as you come back!"

I was slapped so hard that my ears buzzed and I almost could not stand up.

Hearing him say 'rules', I almost instinctively fell to my knees.

"I’m sorry … I’m sorry!"

"I was wrong, don't punish me, I know I was wrong."

Compared to what I suffered in the training center, a slap in the face was nothing to me.

My self-esteem and pride, as well as my sense of shame, had long been tortured to the point of disappearing completely.

My father did not seem to expect me to be like this. He was stunned.

I knelt and apologized, but Reagan pulled me from the floor.

"That's enough! Renesmee, stop acting."

"It's fine as long as you know your mistake. Today, our family has prepared a homecoming dinner for you. Let's have dinner first!"

At the dining table, my mother looked at me with heartache and said, "Renesmee, why have you lost so much weight?"

I only dared to bury my head and eat the fries and salad in my plate. I turned a blind eye to the various delicacies in front of me.

It was not that I did not want to eat, I dared not.

In the past year, I had been barely surviving on eating rotten food.

Due to my disobedience, I often had no food to eat and could only scoop the leftovers out of a bucket to eat.

Once in a while, they threw chicken drumsticks under the table.

I pounced on it like a wolf and tried to bite it, but I was pinned under the table.

My limbs were tied to the table legs and then I suffered the most painful humiliation in my life.

From then on, I had learned.

Delicious food did not come for free, it came at a painful price.

So, I dared not.

Seeing my trembling expression, my mother sighed and handed me a roasted chicken.

"My dear, this table is full of your favorite dishes, go ahead and eat!"

The moment I saw the roasted chicken, my eyes widened and my whole body trembled.

I stood up reflexively, held my head and crawled under the table.

"I won't eat it ... I won't eat it, please don't tie me up ...."