We're All Villains- God Help Anyone Who Messes With Us
I've been trouble my whole life. At sixteen, I sat at a family dinner. My stepbrother slid his hand onto my thigh under the table, squeezed, and started moving higher. I told him to stop. He laughed. So I picked up a steak knife and stabbed it straight through his hand into the table. At twenty, my stepmother tried to forge my father's will and cut me out. I broke into her lawyer's office, took the documents, and burned them in front of her. Then I beat her so badly she couldn't leave the house for two weeks. After that, I was the crazy one. The psycho. Nobody wanted me until I was twenty-eight and the Morett
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