Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Where are we going, Marian? Three–and–a–half–year–old Yvonne asked, her lile legs struggling to keep up with Marian’s long strides.

It was six in the morning, and the orphanage was quiet, like everyone was still asleep.

But not these two–already dressed and heading straight for the farthest corner of the orphanage.

A few minutes later, Yvonne came to a stop, glanting back at the orphanage with uncertainty written all over her face. “Marian, I wanna go back. Mrs. Harrison said Mr. Yates is coming today to take me home”

Marian, who’d been walking ahead, slowed and turned to look at Yvonne. She gently grabbed the little girl’s hand, her eyes soft as she gazed at Yvonne’s inocent, worried expression.

But there was something darker in her gaze–something far beyond her years. “Didn’t you say you lost your necklace! It’s in that little shed up ahead. I’ll help you find it.

Yvonne hesitated, but Marian wasn’t having it. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Yvonne’s hand and rugged her

forward

She urged. “Come on, that necklace… it was from your real parents, right? And Mr. Yates loves you. He’ll wait. He’s not going anywhere.

Before Yvonne could protest, she was being practically dragged toward the shed.

The shed was pitch black. When the door creaked open, a cloud of dust exploded into the air, making it almost impossible

to see.

Yvonne wrinkled her nose at the musty smell, clearly uncomfortable. She looked over her shoulder, still unsure. “Marian are you sure my necklace is in here?”

Marian didn’t answer. Instead, she shoved Yvonne into the shed without warning, making her stumble forward.

“Marian” Yvonne hit the ground hard, her big eyes wide with disbelief as she watched the door slam shut in front of her

Scrambling to her feet, Yvonne pounded on the door and screamed, “Marian, please, let me out! Mr. Yates is coming to take me home today!”

Outside, Marian expressionlessly locked the door, ignoring the frantic cries, and walked away without a second thought

A little while later, Marian checked her pocket. She felt something hard in there.

When she pulled it out, it was a purple necklace. The gems were perfectly cut, sparkling like stars in the night sky.

Even Marian, who wasn’t the sentimental type, could tell this thing was way more than just a random piece of jewelry

She shoved it back into her pocket and, by the time she made it to the playground, the sky was fully lit up.

A couple of volunteers were hanging out in the corner, gossiping and whispering,

“Yvonne’s so damn lucky, huh? The Yates family isn’t just rich–they actually seem like decent people.”

“Yeah, she’s gonna be a Yates princess now.”

She needs to

her teeth as she listened to their chatter.

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suit.

all polished and sharp in his nair. That was Robert Yates, the richest guy

my turn to be the Yates

what felt like hours, shouting for help, but the place

cracked, covered in colowebs, and way too

times it was like the universe was messing with her. But

in the shed were hanging out like they owned the place–big frilky, green things, surrounded by the remains of bugs

from crying, her lule hand covered in dust as she clung to the window frame. Her other hand kept wiping at her face, making it worse as

had a soul, moved aside, giving her a clear

hiccupped and whispered to the spider, “You’re a good

looked down at the dizzying drop below, her heart stopped. The ground seemed so

louder. Waaaaah! It’s so high! Am I gonna die if I climb back

messy spiderweb in her hair, her face streaked with a mix of

pitiful. She stared at the orphanage building from a distance, her lips

her home, just like

about it, the little one wiped her tears away roughly, covered her face, and bravely jumped

hit the ground.

I can’t waste any more

palms were glaringly obvious, and blood ran down

greener beneath her. The blades that touched her blood seemed to grow faster, almost like they were on

walk, one of the

what she was holding, eyes wide, and rushed over. “Oh my

she saw the familiar volunteer, her nose tingled, and she almost

held

Mr. Yeats? Is he waiting

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staring at Yvonne’s red eyes in disbelief. “Yvonne, didn’t you say you didn’t wanna go

into tears, wiping her face with her little hand, only to smear blood all over it, making her look even more

family, so you hid, hoping your

suddenly. She looked up, her big red eyes filled with confusion

willing to go

toward the director’s office. “I need

of strong arms

sighed and said, “Yvonne, don’t go. Mr.

lips trembled, but the tears

was hearing the volunteer’s

the evening, Yvonne slowly blinked her eyes open,

through her, and when she looked down, she saw her hands wrapped up like a

bunch of kids burst in, all chattering at

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