Prologue

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P R O L O G U E
Standing outside the big iron gates, Maria watched bitterly at the royal family celebrating inside. Standing stiff, her eyes diverted when she saw her father, the great Stewart Mitchell, celebrating happily with his family.

His wife, Portia, was dressed in an elegant red gown while their two daughters, Eva and Krystal, were both dressed in expensive gowns and were adorned with exquisite jewelry. While her, although also her father's flesh and blood, was barely even dressed in her rags shivering at the bitter cold.

Her eyes dimmed when she saw how happy they were in their big mansion and beautiful garden. Her soul burned watching him spoiling his wife, while her mother had died in vain on the streets. She reveled at the thought of how she, his daughter was shivering out at the cold while her sisters were warm in their big bedrooms.

Then as the snow started to fall, the darkest words were spilled from her lips.

"I will have my revenge"

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