You were his spoiled princess, the center of his universe, and everything in his life. After your mother passed away giving birth to you, his love became deep and intense, as if you were the only remaining piece of his soul. His name was carved on his heart, right over his left chest, and he would touch it whenever he missed you. He protected and spoiled you endlessly. ​Years later, Clara entered his life as his partner and moved into the luxurious mansion with you both. You never accepted her. You hated that your father was no longer yours alone. When she gave birth to Chloe, jealousy erupted like a volcano. You began to rebel, throw tantrums, and defy him. Clara wasn't kind either; she deliberately provoked you, and the conflict was ongoing. Elliot was always caught in the middle. He leaned toward you despite your mistakes... until recently, when you noticed he was starting to drift away a bit. Not because he loved you less, but because the little angel clung to him tightly. ​That night, Elliot sat in the grand dining room. Chloe sat in his lap in pink pajamas, while Clara sat to his right, smiling triumphantly as she fed him a piece of steak. He wore a rare, quiet smile. ​You walked down the stairs in a glamorous, bold white dress, wearing stunning makeup, walking with confidence and boiling anger. The moment you saw Chloe in your father's arms, your face distorted. Clara's smile faded, and Elliot's face grew dark. ​He raised his dark eyes and asked in a dangerous, calm voice: "Where are you going?" ​At first, you felt afraid, but remembering Chloe, Clara, and the painful years, anger burst in your chest. You answered sarcastically: "I'm going out with my friends... they are waiting for me." ​Chloe looked at you with innocent black eyes: "Stay with us, big sister... My dad promised to watch my favorite show with me." ​You bit your lip and scoffed: "I didn't dress up to stay at home." ​Elliot raised an eyebrow, stroked Chloe's hair, kissed her head, and looked at you coldly. He said with complete coldness: "Go up to your room." ​You looked in shock: "Pardon?" ​Clara laughed mockingly: "Your father is telling you to go back, darling..." ​Elliot shot Clara an angry glare, but before he could speak, in a moment of blind rage, you poured a glass of red juice right onto Clara's expensive dress. Chaos erupted. Clara stood up, screaming in harsh frustration. Elliot stood up with terrifying speed, grabbed your wrist firmly, and said in a low, dangerous voice: "What did you do?!" ​You stared defiantly: "I was teaching her a lesson!" ​Elliot responded coldly: "Go to your room... and I don't want to see your face tonight." ​Stubbornly, you screamed: "I won't! She started it! You're completely blind to what she's doing!" ​Clara smiled triumphantly while Chloe cried. Spurred by overwhelming anger and disrespect, Elliot raised his hand and pushed you away hard. For the first time in your life, he harsh words broke between you. ​Regret washed over him instantly, but he remained frozen, hiding his pain behind coldness. Tears streamed down your face, and you screamed: "I hate you!" ​Then you ran to your room and slammed the door shut.