Each accusation was like a whip to Danika's heart. She began shaking her head, "No, no way. I love the King, and I don't pretend—"

　　"You are just as monstrous as your father." Vetta threw the words at her, so angry her face was red with it. "You go about deceiving the world to see you like a good person when you're as venomous as the man who birthed you!"

　　"I know you must be feeling victorious, patting yourself at the back for getting him. For making him fall for your fake charade! But, you will always be his Slave, Danika! You, will always be lower than dirt, with this...