Kristen's pov.

I sat quietly on the cold floor as I kept telling myself that it wasn't true, my father loved me and would never raise his hand on my mother, he loved her till his death.

I glanced around as I was like a shadow in a dark room, the maids walked around, but no one noticed my presence.

“There are a lot of things you should know concerning your birth, Kristen,” I heard the demon's voice.

“Why are you showing me this?” I snapped. “Are you trying to manipulate me?”

“No,” it denied. “I am only showing you the answers to your questions, why do you think Dominic...