3.Pain

My father looked at me in horror. He slowly got up from his chair and backed away, muttering faint 'no's as he moved. I walked in front of him, and if my eyes had the ability to shoot lasers, my Father would be mere ashes right now.

Standing tall as he cowered into his chair, I squatted down in front of him. Identical green eyes stared at one another. The only difference was the guilt swimming in his. He knew he had to pay for what he had done, which made my iron heart feel a bit of humanity.

I smiled sweetly as I said, "Surprise I am back from dead!" The statement was only for my stepfamily, who thought I was dead but my father, he knew my body was not found. Desperate for a male heir, he abandoned his own daughter.

I grit my teeth wishing I could kill him there and then but what will be the fun in that? I will strip everything from him and make him suffer the way I did. I will avenge my mother and walk my destiny. I will wage a war and I will defeat him so bad that even death will not give him escape from the pain

I will give him. I continued to stare at my Father, seeing the fear in his eyes slowly grow.

"She could be an imposter?" My father's stepson suggested. Rolling my eyes, I concluded they are definitely my Father's dumb sons.

"Well then, how about I give you some proof," I said, still looking into my father's eyes. "Let me give you a recap of the day I died? You had a meeting on the latest attack in Freedonia, and the President of France and his family were coming to visit. Then I had tutor classes with Mr. Petriskit, where he would torture me with his long, thin stick if I didn't study something right.

Then I had lunch. It was one of Mom's diet planned meals for me. You too had to eat one of those, you and me both hated them but ate as we didn't want to face Mom's wrath.

Then you told us to go to a charity event which was actually a trap. Fun fact, Mother knew about your murder plot and she made we wear padded armor under my dress. Then, when we were about to crash, she held me close to save me from the impact.

She also told me this was all was your plan so you could marry off someone else and have sons so your throne is safe.

Do you know what it feels like to run from a crashed car that holds the body of your dead mother? I ran to Aunt Mary's house, and she raised me for four years in secret. I saw my own funeral!

Funny thing is, you knew that my body was not found but still you announced me dead instead of searching for it. It was then that I realized it was you who wanted me dead. My mother's last words were 'Be the queen you were destined to be' so here I am to mark her words true. That-"

"Stop! Stop!" My father shouted, his hands over his ears as if he was in so much pain he couldn't take it anymore. Tears of sadness dropped from his eyes like an unstoppable river. The desire to wipe his tears and join him in mourning my mother was strong, but I held back. No one cries with their mother's murderer.

I felt someone tugging at my shoulder and forcefully pulling me back. Without looking, I grabbed the hand of the unknown person and twisted until I heard a satisfactory crack.

I turned around saw my father's eldest stepson - Gates or... Bates? Whatever. He was nursing his hand which, thanks to me, was in a weird position. A blonde woman was helping him.

The woman who destroyed everything.

I bent down in front of Bates and looked at him. His brown eyes watched me with hatred, probably because I hurt his little man's ego.

"Never touch me." I threatened, before getting up and looking at the blonde woman, Katherine. Thin face, thin lips, and blue eyes. She had something which I didn't want to accept - she had motherliness in her eyes which I craved for so dearly. She was the same woman who gave my father what my mother couldn't; Sons. She was the reason I thought every day about how if I were a boy my mother would still be alive.

She was the woman who caused my mother agony, she was the dynamite in my family, and I was going to put an end to it. Feeling years of anger burst in me like lava, I slapped her with all my might, hearing the sound echo in the hall. Desired to see her hatred, I lifted her chin roughly, but instead, I saw motherliness and guilt.

"I hate you so much and I am going to strip everything away from you, slowly and painfully, until you are left with nothing. Karma has come to give you a visit" I spitted out the words with venom.

Unaffected with what happened, Katherine stood up. She simply brushed her dress and came in front of me and said, "We are happy to have you back. Let me show you your room." She then walked ahead and I could only think of one thing; she is a tough nut.