Chapter8

When they heard the news of my engagement to Lambert, their faces were adorned with exceedingly gratified smiles. But behind the scenes, they desperately wanted me dead in the cruelest ways possible. Leilani took a long needle and stabbed it into my skin repeatedly, her once beautiful face contorted as she cursed at me: "You bitch-born bastard, how dare you aspire to marry nobility? Who gave you the right? Was it your whore of a mother?" Bob pressed wet sheets of paper onto my face one after another, and in the moment I was nearly suffocating, he whispered in my ear: "The status you have today is solely because I bestowed this identity upon you. Otherwise, someone like you?... Yet you show no gratitude, always staring at me with those hate-filled eyes. What, want to kill me? Crushing you is easier than crushing an ant. If you dare breathe a single word of this to anyone... your maternal family's fate will be your tomorrow." And my so-called brothers were even more intent on squeezi