"This is outrageous. I will never give my precious daughter to the vampires." Father yelled.
"My sister will live with us forever. She doesn't need to get married." First brother added.
"Bai-Bai will always have us to protect us." My second brother said, and all this made me uncomfortable to the point my throat itched.
Why were they like this?
This family of mine... It would be understandable if they all reacted like this towards my sister, but not to me.
It started happening about a year ago. This sudden change and shift of attention towards me. Just why were they like this after they had neglected me for more than 20 years?
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In the novel, 'The Lycan's Lucky Bride', there was a female lead who was born with extraordinary luck. And this extraordinary luck was at the expense of her twin sister, who got her bad luck in return. Her blind twin sister.
Of course, it was good fortune to one who was showered with love and attention and a misfortune to the other who was blind and neglected.
And in this world of the novel, Xiao Bai-Hua is the unfortunate flower who ends up in a miserable death after living a miserable life.
And this character just so happens to be the one I reincarnated into.
In exchange for walking legs, I lost my sight.
I was a bedridden terminally ill patient in my previous life, and I can remember spending all my life in the hospital from the time I was five.
I would give anything to walk and get rid of my sick body, but it wasn't that simple.
After I died, I woke up as a baby in a new world and discovered I had reincarnated as a baby in a novel I had read.
And as the plot goes, I was bullied, neglected, and my parents would eventually sell me off to the vampires, where I would meet my tragic end. And my twin sister, the one born with extreme luck, will be taken by the Lycans and live happily ever after.
I did not plan to change my fate because I had given up on such a fight. It wasn't like constantly exercising good fate, eating well, taking medications diligently and having the best doctors treat me ever got me out of that damn hospital bed.
All I could do was live my life till the moment I would have to embrace death for a second time. I was grateful for my legs, so I walked in the path of the original plot.
But things didn't go the way I thought they would till the end.
My family, who were supposed to be all over my twin sister, were suddenly all over me. And it began a year after the commencement of the novel.
I had suddenly become a child whom everyone loved and wanted to protect. And the reality of being the vampire's prey and a sacrificial lamb to my sisters' happily ever after with the Lycan king slipped from my mind for a while and gave me peace.
Was it because I was of good behavior while growing up that their attitudes suddenly changed? Or was there something causing them to pay more attention to me?
It was strange and warm, but I hated it.
I hated it because it felt like they were giving me hope, and hope was something addictive and dangerous. Once I started clinging to hope, I would exercise the thought that I could change my fate.
It wasn't that easy, and I wasn't that strong.
I was a blind girl with senses that backed up my everyday life, and hearing that allowed me to hear the heartbeat of the person talking to me.
I don't know if it was a gift to make up for my deformity, but it was truly a blessing.
And then, the day of my 21st birthday came, the day the storyline would officially begin, and we were visited by the vampires who wanted to get a daughter from our family.
They did not say which of us they wanted to take, but it would definitely be me, as it had been in the novel. And that caused me to wonder if my family and everyone else had been treating me nicely in preparation for this day, so I would leave with a grateful heart.
But my family protested against it, to my shock. It didn't look like they were pretending or putting up a front, which made me feel even ligher. But I knew we couldn't go against the vampires. They would arbitrarily start a war against our family just because we declined, so I knew my fate was sealed. But...
That hope that I dreaded... The hope that I did not want to cling to had gotten the best of me, and for the first time, I decided I wanted to live.
And if I was going to live, I had to run away.
It was selfish of me, knowing my family would suffer or my sister would have to be taken by the vampires, but I just couldn't think of giving my life anymore.
What did it have to be me to sacrifice my happiness and my life anyway? Why did I have to be the unlucky one?
For once... I wanted to live my life the way I could.
And so, I ran. How far could a blind girl go, anyway? Not far. But I was lucky, because I met 'him'. The Lycan king.
I felt so small in his grasp. So fragile in those big arms. So secured. It was a feeling I had never felt before.
I wished I could see his face, but it was a pipe dream. I didn't know who he was and just wanted to get away with him because his heart was purer than anyone's heart I had ever felt.
If it were a person with such a heart, then I knew I would be saved.
And that is how I stole the ML... Or I think it would be more appropriate to say the ML had stolen me.
So, this is the story of how I was stolen, not kidnapped, by the Lycan King.