Challenging

Faelina POV

“What do you have to say now?” I fixated my gaze on her, taking note of the sudden panicked expression covering her face.

“You’re lying,” she said dumbly, the blood draining from her face. “You’re lying. My mother is not dead.”

Her body was slumped, however, as though she instinctively knew that I was telling the truth even if she refused to acknowledge it like the spoilt brat she was.