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Her fight for survival

They would belong to her just as she did to them

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but she had no choice They were the only ones to understand, to get her, to know her

There was no turning back

The initiation had begun o

Chapter One

One year ago

“I don’t want you causing trouble,” her father, Ian Miller, said as he pulled up outside of his mansion

Harper stared up at the large, pristine-looking house that fit in on the streets of Stonewall One look and instantly she knew she was in the wealthy side of town The nice side The place everyone wanted to be and those that were there were happy to make others feel small

She held her bag in her fist

Of course, there would only be the best for his neife, the twenty-soo

“I’ve never caused trouble,” she said

She hadn’t

Anyone who spoke of Harper Miller always talked about her being a good girl A nice girl The kind of person as nice to everyone, sweet, kind, generous Her ht her to be nice

“There’s enough badness in the world, Harper The least you can do is be a reason for someone to smile”

She adored her mother Even after the divorce, her

That had all been a lie

She stared out of theas she recalled the tub, soaked with her e

For a few seconds once she saw her mother’s dead body, she didn’t react There was no fear No pain Just … shock

She couldn’t register what she’d seen, as right there in front of her

None of it made sense

Then reality set in

Her mother had slit her wrists in the bathtub while Harper had been at school

Harper didn’t know if she did it first thing in the , the moment she left, or just before she arrived She hadn’t taken too long to get home She never did