Ruthless

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The story will confuse you in the beginning and you will feel as if you have jumped a few chapters. So if you are impatient and someone who wants everything to be clear in 15, 20 chapters. This book is not for you. As the story progresses it will disclose the missing puzzles. If you want to complain and be rude after reading 20 chapters please don't read it.

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"Faith," I heard Kelly's voice yell once again for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Just give me a moment," I shot back, my voice tinged with irritation as I couldn't fathom her impatience. It's not like I was running late; she was ready just unusually early.

With haste, I continued to stuff my clothes into the suitcase, feeling the anxiety creeping in due to Kelly's relentless nagging. I tend to get easily irritated.

A gentle knock at the door drew my attention towards it. My elder sister stood framed in the doorway. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from the suitcase, momentarily interrupted by Paris."Please don't tell me Kelly sent you to drag me out. I already told her I'd be quick," I remarked.

"At last, my nerd sister is getting out of her cocoon," She quipped, dismissing my comment.

I don't understand why she calls me a nerd. There's really nothing about me that fits that description. I'm not a bookworm; in fact, books just give me anxiety. I wasn't exactly a top performer in school either; I'm just an average student.

I do prefer keeping to myself and spending as much time alone as possible. Many people see me as lacking in personality, which makes it difficult for me to make friends. It's not that I don't talk to people, but they just don't find me interesting enough to stick around as friends.

I'm not sure how Kelly managed to stay friends with me for so long.

The only thing people seem to like about me is my appearance. I can't quite understand why I look the way I do, considering my family has a pretty average appearance. At one point, I even entertained some crazy thoughts, like the idea that I might be adopted or that my parents had somehow kidnapped me.

As I grew older and heard people express disbelief that I was part of my own family, it bothered me more and more. One day, I took my parents' toothbrush and sent it for a DNA test.

I know it was an insane move, but I couldn't bring myself to ask them directly. The results came back positive, medically confirming that I was indeed their child, and I had been foolish to doubt it.

Not that I would have done anything differently if the results had been negative. Blood relation or not, I love my parents. They've done so much for me and my sister, and I could never stop loving them. It was just my curiosity about my true background.

Nobody knows about the little stunt I pulled, and I'd like to keep it that way.

"Are you sure you have enough? I have some if you want," Paris offered, her tone serious.I hadn't even realized it when she had approached me.Anyway, getting back to her question, coming from a middle-class family meant that money would always be a concern. We had to be very careful about where those dollars disappeared."It's fine. I don't think we'll have to spend much," I replied, zipping up the suitcase.

"My sister has grown up," she remarked, feigning a wipe of her tears and sniffing lightly.

I rolled my eyes, lips pursed in annoyance. This girl never missed an opportunity to taunt me.

"Shut up, Paris."

Paris wasn't the name our parents had given her. My elder sister was your typical girl who dreamt of finding Prince Charming and going to Paris for her honeymoon. So, she thought it would be a brilliant idea to change her name to Paris. I understood her desire for a perfect happily ever after, but was it really necessary to change her name to Paris?