Mira’s POV
My legs quiver in fear. I swallow hard, forcing myself to maintain a blank expression, no matter how loudly my mind screams at me to run.
“Anton is really a bastard,” Rowan smirks, his voice laced with amusement. The others exchange knowing looks, their lips curling into faint smiles, as if they’ve already agreed upon some sinister plan.
“That’s my father!” I shoot them a sharp glare, my heart pounding in my chest. If only they knew what I truly planned. I wasn’t here to beg or accept my fate. No—I was going to avenge my mother’s death. I was going to reclaim my life, my freedom.
I would get close to my father and enjoy every luxury the Moon Goddess had fated for me. Then, when the time was right, I’d tear him apart.
“A father that sold you to the brothers you want to rip a
