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anyone has the link of the title “I Was Dumped by Four Mate Candidates” by Benrtt O.C.

There's a first couples of free chapters on My Passion, and it seems to be really well written, for a change,,,, would love if anyone had a link or pdf of it...

please help if anyone has the link for this

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The Mafia Family Betrayed Me, Now They Beg for Me

Chapter 1

Our family had a group chat, and everyone was in it: my parents, my older brother Luciano, my younger brother Matteo, and my younger sister Liliana.

Even their pets had accounts: Luciano's golden retriever, Matteo's ragdoll cat, and Liliana's guinea pig.

I was the only one who had never been invited.

Once, I asked Liliana, ''Can you add me to the group?''

She was trimming Onyx's nails and did not even look up. ''That group is for family only. Wouldn't it be weird to add you?''

I looked at the guinea pig purring in her arms, which even had its own spot in the family chat.

But I, her actual sister, did not qualify.

In the Moretti family, everyone had their own spotlight.

My father was a business magnate with half the city in his pocket.

My mother was a renowned surgeon.

Luciano Moretti was a top esports star.

Matteo was a teenage genius.

Liliana was an influencer with millions of followers.

Even Liliana's guinea pig had three hundred thousand followers online.

I was the only one in the family without a verified account.

No.

That was not completely true.

I had gone viral once.

Liliana once posted a video titled, Guess How Many People Are in My Family.

She laid out eight perfectly arranged photos—my father, my mother, Luciano, Matteo, Liliana, then Onyx, the ragdoll cat, and the golden retriever—but not one of them was me.

Someone in the comments asked, \[Liliana, don't you have an older sister?\]

Her reply floated across the screen: \[Oh, she doesn't count as family.\]

She did not count as family.

The girl I had treated as my true little sister for twenty years said I did not count as family.

That clip trended for two hours.

The clip racked up over a hundred million views.

Liliana's team did not clarify anything.

Instead, they released a statement titled, Regarding Liliana Moretti's Livestream Remarks: It Was Part of the Show. Please Do Not Overinterpret.

Part of the show.

When I held my phone and read that line, my hand trembled, not from anger, but from a coldness that spread from my heart outward.

Our family had one tradition that never changed.

Every Saturday night, everyone came home for dinner.

The dining table was long enough to seat twelve.

The seating arrangement never changed: my father sat at the head, with my mother, Luciano, Matteo, and Liliana on either side of him.

Then came Liliana's guinea pig, Onyx, with its own booster seat beside her and its cage facing the table.

My mother said it helped Onyx 'feel like part of the family.'

Luciano's golden retriever lay beside his feet on a custom cushion.

Matteo's ragdoll cat sat on the chair next to him, also on a soft cushion.

Three pets, three reserved places, all treated as more valuable than me.

As for me?

I sat at the very end.

On a folding chair someone had dragged in at the last minute, shoved into the corner so far from the table that I had to stand and lean halfway over just to reach the food.

One time, I could not take it anymore.

I arrived at the dining room half an hour early and moved the folding chair between Liliana and Onyx.

I thought I should at least deserve a real seat more than a guinea pig did.

At six thirty, everyone took their seats.

My father glanced at me but said nothing.

My mother sat down, looked at the arrangement, and frowned.

''Alessia, go sit over there.'' She pointed at the corner.

I said, ''Mom, can I just sit here? The folding chair hurts my back.''

''That's Onyx's spot,'' she said. ''It's used to sitting there.''

Used to it...

A guinea pig was used to that seat, so I had to give way.

I said, ''Can't its cage just go on the floor?''

Before my mother could speak, Liliana panicked. ''Onyx will be scared! It has never sat anywhere else!''

Matteo followed with, ''Alessia, stop making a scene. It's just dinner.''

Luciano said, ''Just move. The food's getting cold, and Max is hungry.''

My father said, ''Listen to your mother.''

Five people, five sentences, and not one of them saw anything wrong with giving a guinea pig a proper seat while I sat on a folding chair in the corner.

I looked at them.

Chapter 2

My mother's eyes had already turned impatient.

That look meant, Why are you wasting everyone's time over something this small?

I opened my mouth, wanting to say I was not fighting a guinea pig for a seat; I only wanted to sit among them.

I just wanted to be treated like a member of the family.

But even if I said it, who would care?

''Fine,'' I said.

I dragged the folding chair back to the corner and sat down.

During that dinner, I still had to stand and lean over whenever I wanted food.

No one looked at me.

They talked about Luciano's new team, Matteo's competition, and Liliana's sponsorship rates.

My mother occasionally lowered her head to look at Onyx in its cage.

''Look at Onyx. It has such a good appetite today.''

Luciano slipped a piece of meat to his golden retriever.

Matteo held his ragdoll cat in his arms and fed it salmon.

I sat on the folding chair and ate plain pasta, bite by bite.

If I couldn't reach the serving plates, I simply went without.

After dinner, I helped clear the table.

My mother went upstairs without looking back.

''Alessia, bring the packages up. Onyx's new cage accessories arrived. Luciano's dog food and Matteo's cat food are by the door too.''

I said okay.

That night, I carried three packages upstairs.

When I passed the living room, I saw the family album my mother had just made sitting on the coffee table, its hardcover embossed in gold.

I opened it.

The first page was a photo of my father ringing the bell when one of his companies went public.

The second page showed my mother accepting a prestigious medical research award.

The third page was Luciano holding a world championship trophy.

The fourth page was Matteo standing on the stage at a math competition.

The fifth page was Liliana posing with Onyx in her arms.

The sixth page was a family portrait.

My father, my mother, Luciano, Matteo, and Liliana were all there. The golden retriever sat at Luciano's feet, the ragdoll cat rested in Matteo's arms, and Onyx was tucked against Liliana's chest. Five people, three pets, and no me.

I closed the album and placed it back on the coffee table.

Then I carried the packages upstairs, put Onyx's cage accessories in its special corner, poured the dog food into Max's storage bin, and put the cat food in the ragdoll's treat cabinet.

After that, I returned to my room, a north-facing little space without its own bathroom and barely a hundred square feet.

I shut the door, took off my coat, lay down, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

I said nothing.

Because no one cared when I did.

Liliana had never treated me like part of the family.

When she was in elementary school, I once saw her filling out a family information form.

In the box for number of family members, she carefully wrote five.

My parents smiled and asked who they were.

She counted on her fingers, sweet and bright. ''Daddy, Mommy, Luciano, Matteo, and me.''

Everyone laughed.

And I, her actual older sister, was sitting right beside them.

No one corrected her.

Another time, a package of mine arrived at the house.

Liliana looked at the name on the box for three seconds, then tossed it straight into the trash.

Inside was a signed album I had waited a whole year to buy.

I spent the whole day digging through the trash area.

When I came home and confronted her, she was holding Onyx in her arms.

She blinked at me without a trace of guilt. ''Wasn't it trash?''

At that moment, I held the ruined package in my hands and suddenly understood.

In her mind, I was just a nuisance and trash.

Luciano was slightly better than Liliana.

At least he remembered he had a sister.

When he gamed until three in the morning, he would text me: \[Make me ramen.\]

I would cook them and bring them to his room.

His eyes never left the screen.

All he ever said was, ''Put it there.''

Not even a thank-you, as if serving him was what I had been born to do.

Not just for him either; in that house, picking up packages, hanging laundry, taking out the trash, walking the dog, cleaning the litter box, and every other chore no one wanted all fell to me.

Chapter 3

Back in middle school, my classmates became obsessed with esports.

One day, while they were talking excitedly, I could not help saying, ''That's my brother.''

The whole class laughed.

''Wow, you really know how to brag. You think sharing a last name with Luciano Moretti means you can claim him?''

''Alessia is usually so quiet. I didn't know she was this desperate for attention.''

I went home in tears and asked Luciano for an autograph.

His eyes stayed glued to the screen.

He did not even look up. ''What would you even do with it?''

Then I went to my mother.

Before I could finish explaining, she frowned impatiently.

''Alessia, why are you so vain?''

My father lowered his magazine and added, ''We send you to school to study, not to show off in front of your classmates.''

In the end, I returned to school empty-handed.

They laughed at me until graduation.

Later, while cleaning Luciano's room, I saw him signing a photo to Mochi.

Mochi was another dog in the neighborhood, Max's friend.

I held the broom in my hand and laughed until my chest ached.

So my dignity meant less to him than another dog.

As for Matteo?

He was the one who looked down on me the most.

At seven, he won a children's coding championship.

At ten, he published his first research paper.

By fifteen, he had already won an international physics competition.

Standing beside him, I felt like scenery no one had bothered to light.

Once, he stood in the living room and stared at me for a long time, his gaze filled with serious confusion.

''Alessia, I think you might have been switched at birth. You don't look like you belong in this family at all.''

Later, I found my DNA test report on his desk, showing a 99.99% genetic match.

In the blank space, he had written one line in red pen: Significant phenotypic deviation from family average. Cause unknown.

I took the report to him and slapped it on his desk.

He showed no guilt at all. ''I was only confirming it. Don't you think you're different from us?''

Later, when he won an international award, his school held a ceremony for him.

Onstage, he took the microphone and said, ''I'd like to invite my family up here.''

My father, my mother, Luciano, and Liliana all went up.

Then Matteo crouched down and carried his ragdoll cat onto the stage.

The host looked toward me in the corner of the third row. ''Anyone else?''

Matteo said, ''No. That's our housekeeper.''

The audience applauded like nothing was wrong.

Cameras flashed.

My family smiled brightly under the lights.

Their eyes slid over me and moved on, as if I were part of the furniture.

I lowered my head and dug my nails deep into my palm.

I did not cry because I was already used to it.

As for my parents?

It was not that I had never tried to please them.

When I was little, I ranked first in my class and rushed home with my report card.

My father was on the phone.

He glanced at it, said, ''Mm,'' and kept talking.

That report card was later tucked into a magazine and never taken out again.

The day Matteo won a math gold medal, my father canceled every business dinner, opened a bottle of wine, and said, ''That's my son,'' at least a dozen times at the table.

I stood beside him and poured his wine.

When he lifted his glass, he looked right over my head at Matteo, never at me. Not once.

My mother was chief of surgery, a woman who had saved countless lives.

But she had never once stayed with me when I was sick.

During winter break my senior year of college, I ran a fever of one hundred and four and went to the emergency room at her hospital alone.

The nurse asked, ''Where's your family?''

I said, ''My mother is a doctor here.''

The nurse called the operating room for me.

My mother said, ''I'll deal with it after surgery.''

That operation lasted six hours.

I waited in the ER treatment area for six hours.

I was so feverish I could barely stay awake, and when the IV bag ran empty, no one came to change it until blood had backed up into the tube.

A passing nurse noticed and removed the needle for me.

Later, from my bed in the ER, I saw my mother rush out of the hospital in her white coat.

She did not even stop to change, let alone ask if I was in pain or whether I had eaten.

That night, while scrolling through my phone, I saw Liliana's latest video: Onyx Has a Cold, and Mom Is Heartbroken.

In the video, Liliana held the guinea pig with red eyes.

My father and mother stood around her, worried and gentle.

The video had three million views, and the comments were full of messages like \[Liliana, don't cry\] and \[Get well soon, Onyx\].

And I was alone in the ER.

My parents and my sister were falling apart over a guinea pig.

Chapter 4

The next morning, I pushed open the front door.

The house looked exactly the way it had when I left.

Late-night takeout containers were piled on the coffee table.

The trash can had been knocked over on the floor.

I had just been about to go back to my room and lie down when my mother's voice drifted in first.

''Last night scared me to death. Thank God Onyx is okay.''

Then came Liliana's soft, spoiled voice. ''Mom, can Onyx have strawberries today?''

They walked into the living room and saw me standing there, along with the mess no one had bothered to clean up.

My mother frowned. ''Alessia, the house is this messy, and you didn't think to clean it?''

I told her, ''I was at the hospital last night.''

She looked me over. ''What happened?''

''I had a fever of one hundred and four. I asked a nurse to call you.''

She paused.

For one second, I thought she might care.

But she did not.

She only said, with a dismissive impatience, ''You're an adult. I have so much going on every day. How am I supposed to remember everything?''

I looked at her. ''But you remembered to go with that guinea pig.''

My mother's brows drew together, but there was no guilt in her eyes, only impatience.

''Do you have nothing better to do? Are you really jealous of Onyx now? Is that all you are?''

Is that all you are?

I heard something small and quiet crack inside my chest, and then all the feelings I had buried for too long finally collapsed.

The words rushed out before I could stop them.

''So you think this is normal? You ignored your own daughter and rushed off to worry about a guinea pig, and you honestly think there's nothing wrong with that?''

''If I matter less to you than a guinea pig, why did you even give birth to me? Why didn't you just make Onyx your daughter instead?''

She froze.

Then she slapped me. ''Alessia! You are being ridiculous! Is this how I raised you?''

Her voice rose sharply. ''You complain every day that people don't take you seriously. Have you ever stopped to think about why you live like a complete failure?''

My father stood beside her with a dark expression, his fists clenched.

''Apologize to your mother right now!''

Liliana held Onyx in her arms and tilted her head at me, her face full of disgust.

''It was just a fever. Did you really have to make such a huge scene?''

The three of them stood together with the guinea pig, looking like one close, perfect family.

I stood across from them, less than two steps away.

But it felt like an entire galaxy stretched between us.

In that moment, as I looked at the people I had lived with for more than twenty years, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

So I curved my lips.

When I spoke, even I barely recognized my own voice, ''If there's no place for me in this family, then I'll move out.''

''From now on, you can just pretend this useless daughter of yours is dead. That way, I won't be an eyesore anymore.''

I heard my mother laugh, cold and contemptuous.

''So now you think you can threaten me? Is this your way of threatening me?''

My father and Liliana both frowned, wearing the same look of contempt.

My mother was about to say more, but Liliana suddenly screamed, ''Oh no! Onyx feels hot!''

My parents immediately rushed over.

''We should take it to the vet again, just to be safe.''

The door slammed shut in front of me.

No one looked back.

I stood there for two seconds.

Then I turned, went upstairs, and packed my things.

Outside, the temperature had dropped below freezing.

The wind slipped under my collar, and I hunched my shoulders as I dragged my chipped old suitcase out of the house alone.

I did not look back.

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