Semua Bab Shattered Reflections: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The orphanage was nestled in a quiet corner of the city, an old building with cracked walls and faded paint. The children who lived there spoke in hushed voices, their dreams and hopes often muted by the harsh realities of their young lives. Among them was a girl who had long since learned to keep her wishes to herself, a girl who had never known the warmth of a family or the comfort of a home. Her name was Elara.Elara was about seven years old, though she was never quite sure of her exact age. The orphanage records were incomplete, and the staff rarely had time to keep track of such details. She had grown up among other children who, like her, had been abandoned or left behind, but Elara always felt different. She was quieter than the others, more reserved. While the other children ran and played, trying to carve out moments of joy in their bleak world, Elara preferred to sit alone, lost in her thoughts.Her biggest dream was simple yet profound: she wanted a home. A place where she

As the days passed, Cassia’s presence in the house became more and more pronounced. She was always there, always smiling, always the focus of Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne’s attention. Elara tried to join in, to be part of the family, but she always felt like an outsider, like she was intruding on something she didn’t fully understand.Cassia was everything Elara was not—confident, outgoing, and effortlessly charming. She seemed to know exactly how to make the Hawthornes laugh, how to make them smile. And while they were never unkind to Elara, she couldn’t help but feel like she was fading into the background, like she was becoming invisible in the presence of Cassia’s bright light.The doubt that had been lurking in the back of Elara’s mind began to grow, feeding on her insecurities. What if the Hawthornes had made a mistake? What if they had wanted Cassia all along, and Elara was just a temporary stand-in until they found her?Elara’s dream of having a home, of belonging, started to feel m

After breakfast, Elara decided to take a walk in the woods that bordered the estate. It was a place where she could be alone with her thoughts, where she could escape the feeling of inadequacy that seemed to follow her everywhere. The woods were quiet, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirping of birds. Elara wandered along the winding paths, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t quite articulate.She had always been a dreamer, always holding onto the hope that one day, her life would change for the better. But now, standing at the edge of everything she had ever wanted, she found herself questioning those dreams. Was this really the life she had hoped for? And if it was, why did it feel so empty?As she walked, she came across a small clearing in the woods, a place she hadn’t noticed before. In the center of the clearing was a large, flat rock, and Elara sat down on it, her legs dangling over the edge. She gazed up at the sky, the blue expanse dotted with

As Elara wandered through the mansion, her thoughts swirling with confusion and hurt, she couldn’t help but wonder why Cassia was acting this way. What had changed? Why had the warmth that Cassia had shown in the beginning suddenly turned to ice?The questions haunted Elara, following her everywhere she went. She had tried to be a good sister, tried to bridge the gap between them, but nothing seemed to work. The more she reached out, the more Cassia pulled away.It wasn’t long before Elara began to dread the moments when they were alone together. She would tense up whenever Cassia entered the room, bracing herself for the coldness that had become all too familiar. The sharp words, the cutting glances—they were like a thousand tiny knives, each one leaving a small, invisible wound that never quite healed.In public, though, it was a different story. Cassia continued to play the role of the perfect sister, showering Elara with affection and praise whenever others were around. She would

Elara had always been a dreamer. When reality became too harsh, too painful to bear, she would retreat into the world of her imagination, where she could be anyone, do anything, and escape the relentless ache in her heart. It was in these dreams that she had first imagined a prince—a gentle, loving figure who would sweep her off her feet and carry her away from all her troubles. As she lay in her cold bed at the orphanage, she had woven intricate tales of this prince, conjuring up his face, his voice, the way he would look at her with pure adoration. He would love her unconditionally, protect her from all harm, and give her the family she had always yearned for.After being taken in by the Hawthornes, those dreams had faded slightly, pushed aside by the harsh light of reality. She had thought she had found a new beginning, a fresh start with a family that would cherish her as their own. But now, after everything that had happened with Cassia, those old dreams began to resurface with a