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Imagine being fifteen and realizing that the people who gave you life are the ones taking your future away.

A locked door is usually a sign of safety, but for young Freya, it was the sound of a life being discarded.

They say blood is thicker than water, but for fifteen-year-old Freya, blood was the very thing that froze

The villa rooftop sparkled under the Tuscan stars, a paradise built on secrets that were about to scream.

The glass-bottomed terrace hung over the city like a frozen teardrop, beautiful and terrifyingly fragile.

The villa’s rooftop glittered so brightly it seemed the sun had forgotten to set on the sins of the rich.

The rooftop garden shimmered under the moon, a stage set for a tragedy that the stars refused to witness.

The penthouse terrace glowed with the kind of artificial brilliance that suggested even God couldn’

A single drop of grease on the Jarl’s floor was enough to trigger a storm that nearly crushed the girl.

The feast was a sea of gold and light, until the Jarl’s shadow fell over the smallest guest in the room.