"How can trust be broken when it was never yours to hold?" "My Crime...? Mother I don't understan-" a young prince confusely plead for his survival "Even now you are still acting all clean and innocent how revolting. I'm talking about the jealousy washing over you that led you to almost killing your sister" his mother, declining all his explanation "I- ... I.." he stuttered as unfamiliar faces were looking down at him "The empress is asking you a question! Answer it you filthy criminal!" Says one of the nobles. "But I didn't do anything... I - I swear on my life that I.." he plead over and over. But no one heard him.

"They call it fate, I call it cruelty. How many lives must I endure before I'm allowed to have peace?" This soul was never meant to break so many times. Yet here I am, shattered again, wondering if this is all I'll ever know. Every life they give me feels like a punishment, not a chance. I'm tired of waking up just to bleed again.

"He'd love them beyond reason, but they'd never love him enough to see his pain, see the contradiction?" "You're worthless," his stepmother sneered, her voice cold and cutting. "I know," he replied flatly, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. His response took her by surprise, for he had never dared to answer her before, never stood up to the venom in her tone.

Ten missing teenagers. One house. One hundred cameras. A strange live broadcast suddenly went viral in all social media websites. What makes it strange? It is the live broadcast of the missing teenagers trapped and being secretly filmed inside a mansion── wherein the psycho house owner dangerously plays DOLLHOUSE with them on a next level. 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗. Date Started: September 14, 2019 Date Ended: January 30, 2020 Published under Pop Fiction - Cloak DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

"Change the prophecy. Change... my own fate?"