I stood in front of the Rosewood Mansion, my bag slung over my shoulder, my face void of any emotion. This was the same place I had once called home. “Arabella, what are you doing just standing there? Come in.” My mother, Eleanor Rosewood, stepped outside. Standing right beside her was the very person who had ruined my life: Vanessa, the real Rosewood heiress. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the straps of my bag as I stared coldly at them. I thought seeing my mother would stir some emotion in my chest, but I felt nothing. The only thing left inside me was a cold, heavy layer of anger and hatred. “Mother, leave her alone. After reform school, she still didn't learn a thing,” my eldest brother, Sebastian, said immediately as he stepped out onto the porch. They didn't even look like they cared that I had returned home. Their eyes held no hint of pity, let alone joy. But who cared? I wasn't the Arabella who used to beg for their love anymore. Now, I was the Arabella wh
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