ANTALYAS POV

I barely noticed the days passing as I sulked inside Dominics mansion, trapped and empty. Each hour felt like a punishment. He didnt come to see me, didnt even send a message. It was like Id become some decorative thing to himan unwanted painting left to gather dust. The anger in my chest was sharp. My parents were gone. I should have been dead too, but the need for revenge kept me breathing.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mothers face, saw my fathers ...