I Was Sent to Prison By My Brothers And My Mate, Lost Memory, Found True Mate

ordered the servants to bathe me. Once the bath was ov

he lingering stench of the prison, a scent that seemed to

essed Jones gently presenting a exquisi

ed with intricate,

affection, and his voice was so sof

family of the 18th century. Each time it turns,

ghtly, my nails diggi

be my birthday gi

source of warmth and love. When I was first sent to that wretched pri

with them to let me

lisa is the true daughter of Beta S

d the chance to bid

after three long

o my eldest bro

hink you should prepare a gift for her? Even a bottle of perfume would do. Af

their gazes towards me, their eyes fill

eks! It's so disgusting. I think I'm going to t

ench is enough to knock someone out! Who knows what kind of hell she went through in prison to be this filthy.

orbidding expression, stro

d, contemptuous s

n you. You're nothing but a wretched, good - for - nothing bug. Having a sister like you is the worst curse I've ever endured. You're the greatest s

countless times before, but now, I no l

cub, crying out with all my might for my big brothe

erewolf voice echoing through

atch my agony with perverse delight and even ha

d with loathing. "Selina, we don't have a sister as vicious as you. Sto