Octavia's POV The night had grown late. Dark clouds hovered above as thunder rumbled in the distance. In a few minutes, it would be pouring down. “Take me home,” I said to the driver, who stood in front of the car, dressed entirely in black, looking more like a security guard than a driver.The night was growing late, but the vibrant energy of Valdoria remained. We drove out of the supermarket, and in a few minutes, we were back home.The moment the gate of Beacham Estate came into view, a dreadful feeling settled in my chest. Home should've been the one place I felt safe. But how could I? I woke up every day, knowing I was the source of embarrassment for the Beacham household. “The pig in the house,” as Sarah would call me. Every day within these walls was a nightmare. Living had become a task. It felt like hell on earth. Every breath I drew felt forced. It hurts when people shame your body, when you're called fat, and laughed at. But you know what hurts more? It's when the ins
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