How they wish I haven't been in jail?

I am the true daughter of the Evans family, but I have been bullied by the fake daughter for a long time.

My twin brother refuses to believe my grievances, insisting that I'm slandering the fake daughter.

He even chillingly declared that he only recognizes the fake daughter as his sister.

My long-cherished fiancé has grown intimately involved with the fake daughter.

Based on the false accusations of the impostor, they worked together to get me arrested and imprisoned.

For an entire year, I endured, feeling as if my heart were dead.

Yet, finally, they broke down completely, tears streaming down their faces as they pleaded with me for my forgiveness.

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"Number 487, released after serving the sentence."

My eyes glazed over, I was shoved forward, as if I were nothing more than a mindless zombie.

The Warden pinched my arm hard and threatened me with his gaze, "After you get out of here, straighten up and fly right, don't say what you shouldn't say! Or else, you'll regret it!"

I trembled all over and hastily lifted my gloved hand, promising in fear, 'Alright, I understand. I won't say another word!'

The warden patted my face with satisfaction, his grin wild and contemptuous. 'That's better, little bitch. Now you're learning to behave.'

I was numb and had no reaction at all, because I had heard this insulting word countless times.

When I was convulsing from being electrocuted, even to the point of urinating.

The warden would sneer contemptuously, 'You little bitch, it serves you right for offending the apple of the Evans family's eye!'

Although I am the true daughter of the Evans family, Lilith is merely an impostor.

When I was lashed until I could barely crawl, my flesh a mangle of red and raw wounds.

I was viciously slapped, 'You little bitch, don't fantasize about things that don't belong to you. You, this lowly and lascivious woman, deserve to be taught a lesson!'

But Liam is my fiance, how can it be construed as delusion？

I did try to resist at first responding with a hint of indignation, 'I am the true daughter of the Evans family, and Liam is my fiancé as well. I am not a lowly woman!'

What I got in return was terrifying torture and beatings, time and time again.

The prison warden smiled sinisterly, holding up the hot branding iron in his hand: 'Don't blame me,it's just that you offended Miss Lilith.'

'Now everyone knows that you have been abandoned by the Evans family, and Lilith is the real lady.'

As the smoking branding iron approached, I screamed in despair, begging for help: 'Liam, save me! Brother, save me!'

In the most desperate moment, I shouted out every hopeful name.

But no one heard my cries, and no one came to save me.

With my painful screams, a 'bitch' character was branded on my back .

Shame was overwhelming.

To prevent the wounds from healing, the prison warden would occasionally use a needle to carve it, with a cruel smile.

This is just one form of punishment.

Crushing fingers, lifting up fingernails, nailing nails into the back ...