The cruel words on the old piece of paper burned straight into my eyes.
My hands shook so violently that the letter almost slipped from my fingers as my whole body went completely numb, and the office began to spin around me in circles.
I read the lines over and over again, my heart slamming against my ribs. Raise her as yours...
Name her Gabriella after my mother... She will be dead along with the other two.
The truth was staring right at me. Lord Alistair is not my real father. The cold woman downstairs is not my biological mother.
My entire life, every lecture I took, every single tear I shed in the shadows of this mansion was a lie.
I'm not a loved child. I'm a tool for revenge. A stolen baby, meant to be used as a weapon against a father I don't even know, and the writer of t
