It was very difficult to refer to herself as Mishaila, even in her own mind. Switching personality overnight proved hard; it was after all trying to correct the habit of a lifetime. Although her very existence had been a burden, her foster mother Aurora had never induced anything suspicious about her birth. With bitterness, Mishaila realized that the Landons must have greased her palms well enough for so long.
With a sudden spasm of indignation at the pathetic existence she’d been subjected to, she found herself hating the Landons with renewed vehemence. How dared they treat her like a servant when she was the daughter of such a powerful man? How dared Fiona look down upon her after having stolen her from her own family? With clenched fists, she made a vow to make them pay, to make them r
