Just because she casually mentioned that she liked it, I went through dozens of attempts, severely burning my hands in the process.
But I didn’t give up; I pushed through the pain to create the ideal cake—for her.
However, Vivienne fainted due to her nut allergy.
When she regained consciousness, she threw herself into our parents’ arms and sobbed.
“Mom, Dad, please do not blame Liora! She worked extremely hard just to bake me a cake!”
“She even said it didn’t matter if I only ate one bite!”
“Please do not punish her!” It’s my fault—I shouldn’t have been so greedy!”
Under my parents’ resentful stares, I stood frozen at her bedside, unsure what to say.
“I didn’t know Vivienne was allergic to nuts,” I said quietly. “She never told me…”
Instead of understanding, all I got was my father’s ferocious rage-roaring, cursing, and twisted face.
His wolf had lost control, and when he struck the wall beside me, he nearly slashed my face with his unsheathed claws.
My wolf flinched with terror.
That moment left a deeper scar than any wound.
From that day forward, she never felt safe.
He roared as he glared at me with disgust.
“Everyone in this house knows that Vivienne is allergic to nuts! Why are you the only person who doesn’t?”
“Don’t fool us with your pathetic lies! I know exactly why you did it: you were jealous because we adore her more!”
After that, I was thrown into the cellar for three days of hell.
No food, no water, no light, and no air.
When they let me out, my wolf was barely breathing.
My lips were cracked and bleeding, and I could hear my wolf whimpering in pain inside me.
Thinking of that nightmare, I told her coldly, “I don’t have time to bake it myself. Do it yourself–or buy one from a store.”
Vivienne clung to my arm, her voice shaking with fear:
“I do not want to eat it again, Liora. Please don’t get mad at me, okay? You are my best big sister. I cannot lose you!”
But, as she spoke, I noticed a flicker of hatred in her eyes.
Her claws dug deeper into my skin, slowly but deliberately, and the pressure increased with each word she said.
Pain shot up my arm, but before I could pull away, she collapsed to the ground, making it appear that I had pushed her.
My parents and Arthur panicked as soon as they saw her fall.
My mother rushed over, scooping her up and frantically inspecting her wounds.
Vivienne appeared to have hit the back of her head, as she leaned limply against my mother, sobbing weakly.
“Mom… My head… It really hurts. Will I lose my memory again?”
Arthur gently touched her wound and began rubbing it softly before turning to me with an accusing and disappointed expression.
“Liora, how can you be so vicious? You’ve completely let me down!”
My father’s wolf let out a ferocious growl.
In the blink of an eye, he lunged forward, knocking me to the ground with the force of his uncontrollable rage.
He had not intended to hit me, but he did.
