'I'm a murderer.'
That thought started running inside my head when I was at the age of 11.
I was an only child born in a rich and noble family. My mother is a top-tier celebrity with a beautiful smile and warm aura. She treats her crew fairly and like a family. My father is a popular politician who is upright and righteous. He's the one who people considers as their savior.
At least, that's what they thought.
But my family is far from that.
I'm far from the loved and cared only child of a perfect family. Instead, I was an unwanted child, born out of a one-night mistake, tying up two people who wanted nothing to do with each other at all.
In short, I was just seed of a one-time lust who grew up to be an annoying sapling.
Maybe that's why nobody loves me.