Chapter 13

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Audra Farley.

It was unprofessional and my sixteen year old mind didn't see the truth behind it. I was tricked and manipulated to believe what they did was for my own good and at the end, both sides of the party would get what they wanted. I was not mature enough, I couldn't open my eyes to see what was behind those bright smiles and was tricked into believing they actually cared for me.

The doctor proposed I kept the child and after the birth, I would give it away to Katherine Shaw.

I always adored royalty, it was one of the things I dreamt of while growing up. The beauty and power blinded me to what went on inside the walls of the castle. This woman I was going to give my child was the person I looked up to all my life. I saw her pictures on social media, I fell for the lies I was taught about her in history class and chose to be like her. I didn't think twice when I was given the offer, I considered it a blessing. My child was going to grow up to be an independent lawyer like the Shaws and not in my beat up apartment where we could barely afford money for food. I had lost the chance to go to college but my child would and in one of the best too.

That wasn't just it but I was also offered a one million dollar cheque right there if I agreed to sign the contract. I would be paid every month for the well being of the baby, live in a fancy estate close to the Shaw mansion, enjoy every privilege they did during my pregnancy, would get shopping allowance every month, an expensive car and at the end of the nine months after I delivered the baby, I would be paid thirty million dollars. I had to agree I would never go close to the child, disclose the information to anyone and lie the baby died during childbirth.

I didn't think twice before signing and from that very second, my life took a great turn. I met Katherine that day and she gave me a smile anyone would believe. It was like standing next to a goddess. She said she was doing it for my own good and would give even more money if I obeyed every single rule stated in the contract. She promised she would make me look just like her and I would never regret the bold decision I took that day.

I walked home with a one million dollar cheque in my hand and a bright smile on my face. That was the happiest I had ever been in my life. I was going to pay back every dime my mother spent on my health and even more. I thought she was going to find it just as great as I did. After all, she had spent so much on me and after everything, we could go back to the way things used to be without the baby.

What I didn't feel that day was the love for my baby, I didn't understand what motherhood meant but my mother did cause when I told her about it, she didn't give the reaction I expected. That was the angriest I had ever seen her in my life. She had so much disappointment in her eyes and tears streaming down her face as she yelled at me. I had sold out what she loved and no matter how many times I tried explaining how much of a blessing it was, she didn't see it the way I did.

I was beginning to see the danger in what I did but I didn't understand it till my mother got murdered the very next day.


Samara Shaw

He had to be the most powerful person in the school.

One of the numerous rules of the school was trespassing. He was allowed into the dorm and proceeded to come into my room and sit on my bed. It was forbidden yet his elegance was as if he owned the whole place. His luck wasn't just limited to having a private extravagant dining room but also freedom and immunity from the rules. To prove he had that much advantage, Lucy couldn't do anything to the fact he was there. She did look very angry, her face like a ticking bomb but didn't say a word against his presence. That was quite enough to show that he had so much power and supremacy over the rest of us. Wearing a white shirt and black pants, he sat on the less ruffled part of the bed with both his hands on his thighs. He noticed when I came in and immediately, his head snapped to that door and lips curved up in a smile.

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