I Took the Blame for Fake heiress,Now My Family Begs Me Back

"The day the Five Families Council's sentencing order arrived at the compound, my father strapped the forty-pound punishment harness onto my shoulders with his own hands.

Black steel pressed against the back of my neck. The clasp locked shut over my chest.

He turned away. His voice was cold and flat.

""You grew up on a border farm. You're stronger than Viola. The Northern Road is brutal, but you'll survive it.""

""She has a congenital heart condition. If we hand her over to the Council, she won't last the first winter night.""