Tiara's pov
I kept weeping softly, my body curled up on the sofa as I stared out the window at the moonlit sky. It was quiet outside, but in my mind, a storm raged. I didn't know what my future held in this foreboding mansion or if I could find the strength to survive here. All I knew was that I had to try, for myself.
I tried to steady my breathing, clutching my knees to my chest, while bitterness clung to my thoughts. "I'll never forgive you, Dad," I whispered, my voice breaking. "You just used me as a pawn in your game." A surge of doubt twisted painfully in my stomach, filling my mind with a horrible thought. Am I even his real daughter?
