“Some people can struggle all they want to climb into this family, but it’s useless. Neither the president nor the young master cares for her. Imagine being married for years, yet she’s not even allowed to be inside a bedroom in her own home. Pathetic.”
“Of course. The president’s heart has always belonged to his late wife. She was nothing more than a glorified nanny brought in to raise his son. But now that the young lady of the Cavendish family has grown up and looks so much like the late wife, how could he not be swayed? It’s only a matter of time before we have a new lady of the house.”
I ignored their ridicule and turned to leave; a flash of silver streaked toward me.
A sharp sting followed.
The metal dart sliced past my skin, leaving a thin, burning trail. Warm blood trickled down, slow and deliberate.
Stephen toyed with the remaining darts in his hand, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips.
"Just looking at you makes me sick! One day, I'll make sure you're disfigured. My aunt says bad women deserve to be ugly!"
The venom in his young voice should have stung, but all I could hear was an echo of the past.