My Sweet Revenge: A Second Life
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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