Broken Doll: Willow Heights Prep Academy: The Exile, Book 4 (Unabridged‪)‬

The Dolces broke me, but it doesn’t matter.

They shattered my body and soul, and when they were done, they left me for dead. But it doesn’t matter.

I lived, but that doesn’t matter, either. I don't care.

I don’t care about anything. Not even the one person I thought would never betray me, that I could always count on, the one person who always had my back.

Me.

I don’t matter.

Royal taught me that.

Now, a stranger tends me like the flowers in his garden, as if his touch can make me bloom again. He plays with me like a doll he pulled from the trash. He doesn’t want to fix me. He wants to turn me into someone else.

It doesn’t matter. I don’t care who I am.

So I let him.