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In the glittering, opulent streets of Paris, a tale unfolds that defies the bound of wealth and allure. At the pinnacle of this extravagant world stands Edric Bret Snyder, a French billionaire whose wealth knows...
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Everybody has a chapter they don't read out loud.
The dipper you dig the darker it gets.
I met evil when I was only a child.
Like sands through the hourglass, everything I fought so desperately to protect slipping through my fingers... And what remains...
Blood
Their blood on my hands.
His blood on my hands.
The realization that it was there because they'll tried to save me.
And just like that I lost them also forever.
The chains binding me were broken, but I'm not truly free.
It's a triggering memory.
A memory that I still remember even if I don't want to remember. A memory that always makes me to want to scream my lungs out. A memory that made me who i am today. A memory that still haunts me that everyone who loves me in the end eventually dies. A memory that had turned my childhood into a nightmare.
I was a twisted soul, a death-ridden girl, haunted by dreams.
The destruction was my rebirth
I'm not that little girl you left there to die anymore.
You didn't break me. You built me. All you did was make me ruthless.
I've been fighting since I was a child. I'm not a survivor but a warrior.
But none who go into the land of revenge and reason emerge with shoulders light of sin.
