Elara’s POV
If fate could be rewritten, I would choose for mine not to be written at all. I shouldn’t exist. Being both a toy and an object to be used was worse than merely surviving.
The tight feeling in my chest grew stronger, knocking the air out of my lungs as tears rolled down nonstop.
This was how I was actually going to lose my life. This was how I was going to die.
I hadn’t even achieved my main dreams,not even one.
The world was too unfair to me. At one point, everything felt right, and the next, there was nothing but emptiness, brutality, and torture,for reasons I had no idea about.
I gave up on fate and my life. It wasn’t worth anything anyway.
“You… you aren’t even his real fuckin’ girlfriend! Why the f**k did you two bastards bring her in here? My time, my efforts,all w
