Lila's Pov.It has been two years since I turned eighteen, the age I was supposed to find my mate and leave my parents' home.Yet, at twenty, I was still under their roof, acting as their maid and without any pay.I was basically living for free, entirely dependent on my parents’ financial assistance.It’s laughable, I know—almost pitiable. But I guess it’s partly my fault.Mother claimed she didn’t want me to leave her behind, alone, that the world outside was too dangerous.And yet, she treated me like a burden.She’s right, though.At twenty, I’ve achieved nothing, been a disappointment, and still have no plans of leaving—not just yet.I stood before my bathroom mirror, staring at the woman reflected in the flat surface.Me.With messy black curls, lifeless green eyes, and lips that some girls would kill for—girls who usually got rejected because of their looks.I was a walking zombie, to be honest. Pale skin, dark eye circles, and a “healthy” body always covered in bruises.I coul
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