Chapter 144 Doesn't Want Lies

• ​Elara splashed cold water on her face for what seemed like forever, the icy liquid numbing her skin but failing to quiet her mind. Thoughts of her aunt orchestrating such despicable acts played out in her head like a recurring nightmare. She felt a toxic mixture of frustration and betrayal bubbling in her gut.
• ​“Ahh!” She swept her arm across the counter, knocking the porcelain vase and every glass bottle to the floor. They shattered with a deafening crash, mirrors of her own fractured state. The anger in her heart was a wild beast she couldn't curb. Her life was a fabrication, a hollow shell where the truth should have been.
• ​“How could you deceive me!” She yelled at the reflection in the mirror. Her vision blurred...whether from tears or madness, she didn't know....but she could see the ghostly face of her aunt in the broken shards. Driven by a sudden surge of loathing, she smashed her fist into the glass. Her blood began to drip down the silver surface like a scene from a horror movie.