Hate Me Then. Beg Me Now.

I used to be the beloved little princess of the Colobo family.

Then, on my eighteenth birthday, my father brought home Sophia.

She was the daughter of the old friend who had once saved his life. Out of guilt, he gave her a place in our home.

Then he gave her my place too.

My brother began protecting her and hating me.

My childhood friend, Luca Rizzo, fell for her and left me behind.

Even my father said Sophia deserved the Colobo name more than I did, though I was his biological daughter.

On the day I graduated from college, they broke their promise to me for the ninety-ninth time because of her.

I finally lost control.

“Am I not your own daughter?”

My father pulled Sophia behind him as if I were the danger, then slapped me across the face.

“You jealous little thing. I should have given everything to her instead.”

My brother looked at me like I was something dirty.

“You don’t deserve a place in the Colobo family. Get out.”

So I left.

They thought I was only throwing another tantrum.

They took Sophia to Switzerland to see the snow-covered mountains, certain that silence would teach me to behave. They thought I would calm down, come home, and beg for my place again.

But this time, I called the research institute in Australia whose offer I had once turned down for them.

“I accept,” I said.

By the time the Colobo family realized I was truly gone, my phone number no longer existed.

And so did Isabella Colobo.

I used to be the beloved little princess of the Colobo family.

Then, on my eighteenth birthday, my father brought home Sophia.

She was the daughter of the old friend who had once saved his life. Out of guilt, he gave her a place in our home.

Then he gave her my place too.

My brother began protecting her and hating me.

My childhood friend, Luca Rizzo, fell for her and left me behind.

Even my father said Sophia deserved the Colobo name more than I did, though I was his biological daughter.

On the day I graduated from college, they broke their promise to me for the ninety-ninth time because of her.

I finally lost control.

“Am I not your own daughter?”

My father pulled Sophia behind him as if I were the danger, then slapped me across the face.

“You jealous little thing. I should have given everything to her instead.”

My brother looked at me like I was something dirty.

“You don’t deserve a place in the Colobo family. Get out.”

So I left.

They thought I was only throwing another tantrum.

They took Sophia to Switzerland to see the snow-covered mountains, certain that silence would teach me to behave. They thought I would calm down, come home, and beg for my place again.

But this time, I called the research institute in Australia whose offer I had once turned down for them.

“I accept,”