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.”

Yvonne. She needs to get

her teeth as she listened

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suit.

sharp in

time” b’s my turn to be the Yates family’s princess,

Yvonne cried for what felt like hours, shouting for help, but the place was ton inlated, no one could hear her

cracked, covered

of firewood, dipping and falling so many times it was like the universe was messing with her.

place–big frilky, green things, surrounded by the remains of bugs

puffy from crying, her lule hand covered in dust as she clung to the window frame. Her other hand kept

the spiders, as if it actually had a soul,

whispered to

she looked down at the

broke out even louder. Waaaaah! It’s so high! Am

face streaked with

her look extra pitiful. She stared at

her home, just like the headmistress Dani Harrison had

one wiped her tears away

ground. Once she was able to move again, Yvonne gritted her teeth and

sun’s already high in the sky. Mr. Yeats’s gotta be here by now. I can’t waste any more time. I need to

glaringly obvious, and blood ran down her

notice the grass turning greener beneath her. The blades that touched her blood seemed

walk, one of the volunteers fucilly spotted

rushed over. “Oh my god! Yvonne,

she saw the familiar

held it back.

“Miss, where’s Mr. Yeats? Is he waiting for

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for a second, staring at Yvonne’s red eyes in disbelief. “Yvonne, didn’t you say you didn’t wanna go to the

face with her little hand, only to smear blood all over it, making

wanna go to the new family, so you hid, hoping

big red eyes filled with confusion and hurt, shaking her head wildly.

was actually pretty willing to go to

need to talk to Mr. Yeats and

before a pair of strong

finally sighed and said, “Yvonne,

her head. Her lips

thing she remembered was hearing the volunteer’s panicked voice right before everything went dark. “Oh no!

evening, Yvonne slowly blinked her eyes open, rubbing them out of instinct.

her, and when she looked down, she saw her hands

and a bunch of kids burst in, all chattering

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