My Sweet Revenge: A Second Life

ilded cage, trapped by the fami

th privilege, but i

bbing pain in my cheek, accused by my adoptive mot

th fake tears as Elizabeth tells me, "You are not our

ng me feel like a replacement, a char

owingly prepped for sacrifice. I died at twenty-one, my "Golden Aura"-my very life forc

hteen, with every chilling memory of my past li

with one crucial difference: I make the rule