Thank you to everyone who supported me through this time. I thought I was alone because her book has more than million reads. I thought people won't believe me even when it's not my fault. I remember the days I spent hours changing the plot. I did not want my hard work to go to waste, so thank you very much everyone for supporting me.

Wattpad has millions of people, which is obviously going to result in similarities of ideas. The mafia sibling books and bad boy, nerd cliche is literally the same plot in every book.

I do not know why I was accused when it was not my fault. It was merely a coincidence and I am not going to stop writing my book.

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"30 July, 2005. It was the day when hell started", Alex started.

"I was 2 months old. I was flying back to los Angeles with my parents, my 2 months old twin sister and my uncle and aunt -", he took a breath, "- but the plane crashed.

After the plane crash, police was immediately informed about the incidence. They came at the sight of the crash and tried their best to rescue as many people as possible from the plane.

My mom was crushed under the big broken pieces of the plane. She was barely alive but she somehow pushed me out of the seat. My uncle was trying to help my aunt and sister, who was on my aunt's lap.

My dad was trying to drag my mom out of the seat. She screamed and begged him to leave the plane, but he didn't. He loved my mom too much that he was ready to die with her.

Just when he was about to finally get my mom out, the upper ceiling of the plane broke and fell on his head. He died on the spot. My aunt was trapped in two seats that were pushed too close to each other.

The police officers came in and somehow took me out of the plane.

But when they were about to send help for the other passengers, the plane blew and caught on fire because of the oil in it.

Within minutes the whole plane turned into a mound of black ashes, brutally burning each and every thing in it.

Even the bodies of my parents, twin sister, aunt and uncle couldn't be found because everything was just ashes. Only 5 people made it out alive from the plane filled with 582 passengers.

The crash of plane 13 from New Jersey to Los Angeles was labelled as one the most terrifying incidents of the decade.

Many lives were lost, many families were destroyed, many people were ruined. Me and my brothers were one of those unlucky people. We were damaged. Deeply damaged.

We lost everything in that one plane crash. Our family, our parents, our most favourite uncle and aunt and most importantly, our beautiful Rose.

Me and twin sister were like the light in the dark worlds of our parents and our brothers. Our parents had always wanted a daughter, especially my mom. My dad wanted to spoil her with so much love. Even my uncle told that he wouldn't let her get married until she's 89-", Alex paused and let out a humorless chuckle. I could feel his pain, "-and then my aunty smacked his head.

But the most important part was, my parents started spending more time with their family.

Because of the financial difficulties, our parents had to work really hard. So they were mostly never home. But then they apologized to my brothers for neglecting them. We were like one happy family, just like Chase had always wanted. Well, just like all of my brothers had ever wanted.

Most of my brothers made excuses to skip schools, so that they could spend more time with me and my sister. They cuddled with us and played with us all the time.

Elijah made everyone wash and sanitize their hands before letting anyone touch us.

But this all changed after the death of parents, my sister and my dear uncle Jeremy and beautiful aunty Sasha.

My brothers went in serious depression. But Elijah, being the oldest was the most affected. He had to take care of all of his brothers at such a young age. He stared having frequent panic attacks.

My cousins, Julian and Chris moved in with us. They might be my cousins, but I love them as much as I love my brothers. Well, they're all my brothers and I love them all equally, unconditionally.

We were all declared orphans.

We needed legal guardians, or else we would've been separated.

Finally, my dad's brother Joseph adopted all of us. He was truly a monster. He just wanted my parents' money. We were forced to move to Texas. He and his sick wife, abused us all.

Especially Chase, he was abused by their neighbour in a very cruel way.

And Joseph didn't even care. He beat the crap out of Elijah and Julian, when they tried to help him. But that didn't stop my brothers. They couldn't just leave their little brother alone.

Joseph and his wife, Marta had two sons. Riley and Max, our cousins.

We thought they would be heartless towards us too but we were wrong. They loved us like their own brothers. They secretly bought food for us and Max cuddled the shit out of the 2 year old me.

But Joseph was really mad at us when he found out. He mercilessly beat the 3 year old me because he thought that I turned his own son against him. We were treated like stray dogs.

I was too little to know what was happening around me, but I knew something was wrong. Joseph forced Elijah, Julian and Dean to work with illegal things, or else he would've kicked us out. They were never home. I waited for hours for them to return and cuddle with me but I always fell asleep with my head on the window.

Chris eventually pushed us all away and started underground boxing. Most nights he would be out late and then return home with broken jaws, black eyes and really bad injuries.

My uncle didn't want anybody to get suspicious, so he sent my brothers to school. I was alone, all by myself. Without food, without water. With nobody to tell me that it will be okay.

Then finally when I reached the age of school, I was happy. Happy that I wouldn't be alone anymore, happy that I would make friends, happy that I'll spend more time with my brothers.

How wrong I was.

I was cruely and mercilessly bullied at school by the older kids, as well as my brothers. They laughed at the way I flinched, or the way I looked. My glasses, they broke them often.

We were barely given food at Joseph's house. We were barely given a small room. The abuse got so much at school and my house that I wanted to kill myself. I didn't deserve to live when my baby sister was dead. It was all my fault! I should've been the one dead instead of her.

So I did it, I tried to end myself. I overdosed on paracetamol. But I am stubborn, I survived. AGAIN!

I woke up in the hospital and the next thing I knew, Elijah harshly punched my face and yelled at me. I saw pain in his eyes. I saw my hero, my big brother cry for the first time. Then I realised, how much I hurt him. How much I hurt my brothers.

They were working hard to make my life comfortable and I tried to kill myself. If I died, it wouldn't be me who was dead, but them. How selfish could I be!

Elijah then crushed me in his arms after giving me a black eye. I apologized over and over again. They warned me, that if I tried to ever kill myself, they will kill me. After that for some days, my brothers kept a close eye on me. Following my every move.

Elijah even followed me in the bathroom!

Life was hard, but we survived. Atleast we had each other, we were together.

Now, it was finally time for Elijah to turn 18. Our ticket to a good life. He would finally get ahold of our parents'company and house and we wouldn't have to live a life of constant abuse anymore. We were happy. Just 1 week, then we would be free.

But one night, 5 days before Elijah's 18th birthday, I eavesdropped Joseph and Marta's conversation. They were planning to kill me and my brothers.

They only kept us alive all these years, so that Elijah could sign the legal documents and give them our house and all our money. As he was the legal heir to all our parent's money.

They were talking about how they would lock us all in a room and threaten Elijah to sign the papers or Joseph would kill me. After the signatures, they would kill all of us.

I told all of this to my brothers. I was scared that they wouldn't believe me, but they did! So we planned to run away, with the help of our Riley and Max.

But Joseph found out. He got me tried to hurt me.

But just when he was about to stab my heart, I heard a gunshot. Riley, he shot Joseph. His shot his own dad!

He said that I am his brother and he would do anything for me. Max grabbed me and we all ran away before that psycho Marta found us.

My dad's cousin, Johny, found us. He was a good man.

Joseph was very good at showing as if we were happy with him. Uncle Johny was so mad when he found out about the truth. He apologized over and over again to us for not being there. We forgave him because it wasn't his fault that Joseph scared us so much that we couldn't even ask for help.

He took us to his mansion and taught Elijah about business, so that he could handle our family's company.

In 3 years, Elijah learnt the tactics of business and started working and handling our parent's company with Julian alongside. He took the company to heights, becoming one of the richest businessman in USA.

At the age of 25, he made West Enterprises one of the biggest businesses of the world.

Our parents would be so proud him.

We're rich now, we have money. But are we happy?", Alex let out a sad laugh which was not funny at all.

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