Chapter Twenty Seven
Eighteen Years Ago “You are useless! You are nothing.” The children chanted as they shoved her to her knees, then on her face. “Allura Dariana, daughter of Lord Merah, on her knees. Not so powerful now. How nice to see that even the ones who seem to be everything, are really just nothing. You are a waste! A waste of space! You should leave and never come back!” They taunted. Her father was in one of the most influential positions that a man could have. However, there was only one problem. Her father was a laughing stock. He made poor decisions, and he made a joke of the House of Merah. Although her family had money and class, they were a mere mockery. No one cared about the high position, and the income, they cared about the gossip on the streets. So the children laughed at
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