AMAYA'S POV
"I shouldn’t have done that."
The thought kept echoing in my head, louder than Beatrice’s cruel words.
Her voice had been like poison, seeping into my mind, twisting everything I believed about myself.
Alfred’s daughter! She spat it like an insult, as if my very existence was disgusting. As if I had no right to even breathe in this house.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Why had I even argued with her? Even if she wasn't Logan's mother—she'd still be someone I shouldn't have cross path with. The fact that she knew Logan, I should have feared her.
But I didn’t and complicate more issues.
Now, she will be staying with us, the unjust treatment will be multipled in the number of my age.
Regret washed over me like ice. What had I done?
In my remorsefu
