I couldn't deny that I shared some of the blame for the mess between David and me.
I shouldn't have coveted something that wasn't mine to begin with.
David's father, Ryan Federer, was a college buddy of my father, Vincent. After graduation, Ryan started his own business and made quite a name for himself, while Vincent took a government job.
Things took a dark turn when Ryan's company was targeted for a hostile takeover.
In an attempt to retaliate, someone hired a hitman, and Vincent was stabbed multiple times while trying to save Ryan.
He didn't survive, leaving behind a young me and my mother, Fiona.
Ryan felt guilty for what happened and took it upon himself to look after us. But as I grew up, my introverted nature made me a target for bullying at school. So, Ryan decided to enroll me in the same school as David, hoping he would keep an eye on me. David was a year older, handsome, wealthy, and a top student—he was the king of the school.
With his support, life got a lot easier for me.