The night outside the window was dark, like a vast mouth that could devour the world and destroy everything. A howling wind had begun to blow outside without her noticing, and the tree in the courtyard outside seemed to be bent by the strong wind, striking the window.
Fristy Davis' heart skipped a beat; she felt like the branches being bent by the wind, and Anthony Davis and the others were the typhoon blowing in from the sea—a hurricane that no one could resist. With a mere wave of their hand, they could shatter her into pieces.
Although Fristy felt a thousand unwilling emotions in her heart, she realized one thing: she had overestimated herself.
She thought that without Aya, she would be the only daughter in the Davis Family, that she would receive all the love, and like Aya, become the princess in their palms.
But she got none of it.
