_Thalassa's POV_
I had no idea how long I had been imprisoned in that dark, damp room. Days blended into nights, and time became a blur. I feared for my unborn child. Every time aunt Katherine entered the room, I braced myself for whatever twisted plans she had in store. The weight of my situation pressed heavily on my shoulders, and I struggled to keep hope alive for both myself and my baby.
I tried to piece together the reasons behind her hatred. As far as I knew, I had never wronged my aunt. So, why did she hate me so much? What could have driven her to such lengths to deceive everyone and orchestrate this cruel game? My thoughts spiraled as I tried to find answers in the darkness.
As I was lost in my thoughts, the door creaked open. I prepared myself for another confrontation with m
