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Avenging Angels

{Blurb} I would have to grovel to this family as long as they don't fire me. I would continue to suck up to them until I achieve my ultimate goal.  The destruction of the Bladderworts.  I would hide behind a mask of kind smiles, innocent looks, and vulnerability. I would use that mask to destroy each and every one of you who took away my childhood from me.  Your end is coming soon, Bladderworts.  You better watch your back.  I smirked and took a sip from the coffee as I took in a breath of the morning breeze.  ********************************** The warm smiles that were spilled on their faces will serve like masquerade disguise as they'll shake up the whole Bladderwort family.  The peace that once reigned within those cruelty shrieking castle walls was going to be cut bit by bit. Only one mission _ drag them back on the ground by destroying them. The Thornes had every reason to harbor terrifying hatred for the Bladderwort. The three girls were going to go through hell back and forth to acquire justice even if it requires committing every kind of sly sin. The Thorne sisters were going to take, break, destroy every single thing the Bladderwort worked for,  Watch as they wear a mask and plaster thick fabricated smiles on their faces and step into the lion's den bravely. Revenge like you've never seen it before. #Edited by @Aysel_Inara

QueenRani6 · realistisch
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[CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT]

Previously on Avenging Angels

Rose finds out that Silver Lining Home is the same orphanage her parents used to donate to. Rose's identity is revealed to Madame Eugene through a small girl named Mary. 

EIGHTY-EIGHT

"Hey, do you want something?" I crouched down and asked the little girl, Mary. 

"Come with me" she dragged my hand into the room where Madam Eugene and the children were seated.

She stopped before a wall and pointed at a picture frame. 

"Hey, what-" I stopped short when I saw what she was pointing at. 

"Isn't that you in the picture? You're Mrs. Rosaline Thorne, aren't you?" the little girl asked and I gulped. 

In the picture, I saw a familiar set of blue eyes staring at me with the same black hair as mine tied in a ponytail. She was in a black chiffon dress with a denim jacket on top. 

She was next to Sister Marcella and a few children were on the floor with smiles on their faces.