It's now weekend which means all of them will be home and to add the cherry on top they will have their fun torturing me.

While ma'am and sir will sit and enjoy the show. The mansion is in the middle of nowhere and the next house is a mile away. So no one will be able to hear my screams of pain. On weekends the staff is also on holiday.

Which means that no one can save me.

I was used to the pain but their words hurt more than any beatings or punishment.

I went to the shower and wore my clothes. I then clean the house. While trying not to wake them up because if I did I can't even imagine what will happen to me.

I don't why they haven't kicked me out already or gave me up for adoption when I was little. I think if they did that it wouldn't be good for their name.

Thinking of that they never told me what occupation they have. From what I have heard from the rumours that they own some successful companies. And Valentino owns some tattoo shops.

I don't understand how is it my fault that Leonardo was born weak. If he is their son am I not their daughter. When I was little I used to be so jealous of him that how my mom would cook him his favourite dishes or how when dad would come home he bought new toys for him and my brothers and Alessandro play with him. And they ignore my existence.

I remember when it was mine and Leonardo's 5th birthday. They had a big party for him as they have every year.

I hugged my mom's waist and cried and asked why didn't they celebrate my birthday or loved me. She pushed me but before I fall, my nanny caught me and my mom screamed: " you ugly brat don't ever hug me and we don't love you because of you our boy almost died".

Then she told my nanny to take me to my room and not let me out for the rest of the day.

I didn't realise I had been crying. I wiped my tears and reminded myself that one more week and I will be out of here and not bother them anymore.

I then went to the kitchen today I had to make everyone's favourite dishes. My punishment was finally over that means I can eat but only there leftovers.

I don't why after so many years of abuse I still can't hate them. I mentally chuckled maybe there are right I am so pathetic.

After an hour and a half, I was done making breakfast for everyone.

Soon all of them came and greeted each other. My brothers and Alessandro did a bro hug. Then all of them hugged mom and dad.

I stood in the corner quietly thinking why can't they love me. After some time they were done eating. I ate the leftovers and clean the table and did the dishes.

I went back to my room and sat on the mattress and start reading the book I borrowed from the library. It was so peaceful but it didn't last long because Valentino came bragging in causing me to drop the book from my hand in fear.

Then he roughly grabbed me by my arm and started dragging me upstairs as we reached the living room he dropped me on the floor and forced me to sit on my knees. I looked up to see my brothers, Alessandro and my parents sitting on the couch with a smirk on their faces.

" ple-please don-don't d-do th-this," I said stuttering.

" You whore did we say you could speak, " Valentino said as he came in front of me and grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped me.

I shook my head no tears streaming down my face.

" It's been a few days since we gave you a good beating" Alessandro getting up from the couch and grabbed me by my neck and lifted me in air. And squeezed it tightly as I struggled to breathe. Just as I start seeing black dots he dropped me on the floor.

" Leo please go and get the whip," Francisco said.

Leonardo nodded his head and a few minutes later came with the whip.

" remove your shirt," Sebastian said.

Now all my brothers and Alessandro were surrounding me. I listened to them not wanting to make them angry.

After I removed my shirt. " now count each hit and if you won't we will start again" Valentino said.

Then the first hit came and I screamed in pain " One ".

" t-two," I said.

This went on until each of them whipped me five times. After that, they punched and kicked me. All the while mom and dad sat there smirking at my miserable form.

" Now you bitch go and make us lunch," Leonardo said. I nodded and stood up limping and made my way to the kitchen and made them lunch.

I then went back to my room and applied ointment on my wounds and took a painkiller.

For dinner, they had gone out. I didn't eat dinner because my stomach couldn't digest much food. I took a painkiller before going to sleep.

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