"Slut,""Whore,""Bitch." Taunts and curses followed me everywhere in 'Windsor high,' a place meant for Royals. They looked at me like a bad omen. I was completely out of place among the rich and spoiled, a slave among them.

I covered my face with my tangled, frizzy reddish-brown hair. My clothes were loose, ill-fitted, with holes here and there. The kids around me wore branded clothes, looking beautiful and stylish, unlike me. I didn't want to be here, but my opinion didn't matter. I had to do everything he wanted me to do.

'You have to bear the consequences.' His words echoed in my mind. His deep, strong voice gave me chills. His handsome face was a permanent part of my nightmares. I had to warm his bed every night, though nobody would believe I was still a virgin.

One year ago, my life turned from bad to worse in a single night. It was my own mistake; I couldn't blame anyone but my fate.

I was brought back to my present when I collided with someone and tumbled backward. I would have fallen, but righted myself at the last moment.

"Watch where you are going, Whore!" Someone cursed me. I recognized that voice. It belonged to Tasha, Princess of the Agnes clan. I didn't dare to raise my head. My body couldn't take another beating.