Helene.

Today was the worst day of my life.

A never-ending nightmare I desperately wished I could wake up from. If a genie appeared before me right now, I wouldn’t ask for wealth, love, or revenge, I would beg him to just end my life. I didn’t want to live anymore. Not after this.

Freya had made me kneel in front of everyone, my fans, the staff, strangers, and slammed my head against the cold marble floor like I was nothing. My forehead throbbed violently. I could feel the ugly swelling already forming, the sting of broken skin, and the warm trickle of blood. My beauty… the one thing I...