'It was your birth that had caused all the problems.'
A voice had been hissing those poisonous words in her mind for as long as she could remember.
How did it feel to be unwanted by the people who had brought her into this world?
It had caused Severine to look at everything with weary eyes. Once anyone showed even a little favor, she, starved for affection, would rush toward them like a fool.
Anfisa had taken so much from her.
Despite knowing that something was wrong in their friendship, Severine didn't dare to question her, allowing the girl to snatch her jewelry, paintings, and many such things.
Maybe deep down she knew that once she confronted her, she would lose her only friend.
That hatred of her parents had forced her to question everything.
She had been careful with everything—her choices, her words, her entire life.
When she got a younger brother, she was so happy. She would ask maids to bring desserts to Austin's room, dressing him up in pretty dresses.
