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Louis Tomlinson Younger

Bought, Betrayed, Reborn Of The Adopted Daughter

She found out years later that she was an adopted daughter. As the revelation struck her, tears streamed down her face. "I was just an adopted daughter all these years? Is this why I’ve been treated this way, so differently from my younger sister, Abigail?” she cried, waking up from the bed after losing her memories due to an accident that had put her in a coma for months. Her mind returned to her high school years, where her father would often yell at her in favor of her younger sister; “You will have to do everything that I say in this house as long as you are still living under my roof,” Mr. Gabriel Everette yelled angrily at the sixteen-year-old Ava, who was looking at Mr. Everette. Mr Everett was so angry with Ava because she had complained that her younger sister Abigail bullied her with her friends in school. “I have told you several times that no matter what your sister does to you, you should consider that she is still your sister and you shouldn't complain about her to me.” “Do you understand?” Mr. Gabriel yelled, causing Ava to nod her head with fear. “I’m sorry, Dad,” Ava said, but Mr. Gabriel walked away, leaving the living room to join his wife and their younger daughter Abigail. This is how Ava is been treated since Mr. Gabriel and his wife, Mrs. Georginal, gave birth to Abigail. They would neglect her and attend to her younger sister, but she wasn't able to understand what was going on; She cried when she was still little but started to understand as she grew up and could only cry and endure how she was being treated. Her younger sister, who was two years younger than her, would bully her in school and always wanted to humiliate her, making her life miserable like a living hell. Abigail hated her and accused her of many things, blaming her for whatever reason. She endured for years and always wondered why her parents treated her so differently from how they treated her younger sister. Until the day she discovered she was just an adopted daughter whom they saw crying at just two years old. Until the day she discovered the truth about why she was being maltreated. She was an adopted daughter. Ava had entered her adoptive parents' bedroom while looking for a file Mr. Gabriel had told her to bring, but she saw adoption papers in her name instead. It felt like a dream, and realization slapped her so hard. She took the file and went through it. With tears, she placed the file back neatly where it had been before, picking up the files she was told to bring to her adoptive father. When she discovered this, she felt like her world crumbled, and every fact she knew about herself shattered. The sound of shattering glass echoed in her mind. “I’m an adopted daughter? Is this why I was being maltreated and felt different from my younger sister?” Ava thought as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. But what happened when Mr. Gabriel Everette was planning to sell Ava off when his company was facing bankruptcy? Ava heard this and ran away from home, but she came back strong and turned into a beautiful, decent wife of a billionaire. Her comeback holds revenge to teach them lessons and make them regret ever treating her so badly.
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The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
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