MY SINFUL LUST

I walked through the main entrance of Varn State High School, my boots clicking against the polished floor.

My two bodyguards followed without a word, dressed in black suits that made them stick out like shadows behind me.

The hallway quieted down fast. Conversations stopped, laughter faded, and all I could feel were stares stabbing into my back.

I hated this part. The stares. The sneers. The fear written on their faces. If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead before even reaching the classroom. I kept my head down, not wanting to meet those disgusted glares.

No one needed to remind me why they hated me. I knew. Everyone knew. I was the daughter of Thane Donatello. The Devil's Daughter.

Thane Donatello, known as the Immortal One, ruled Bount like a nightmare come alive. Every time someone gathered the courage to talk to me, they asked the same question, "How does it feel to be the daughter of the most dangerous man alive?"

I never answered. I never wanted to admit how ashamed I was. It was times like this that I miss my mother.

My father controlled Bount like a tyrant. No freedom. No rights. Anyone who spoke against him vanished without a trace. He ruled with the same cruelty that old warlords from history books were known for. Elections were jokes, news channels only praised him, and prisons overflowed with anyone who dared to rebel.

I understood why they despised me. I had more than enough reasons to hate myself too. My family lived in gold while others barely survived. People lost their jobs, families, and dignity because of him-because of us. No one wanted me around. No one dared to befriend me.

But knowing it didn't make it easier.

I walked into class and headed straight for the back corner where a cushioned seat always waited for me. A few students rolled their eyes, some muttered under their breath, but no one spoke directly to me. They never did.

"Jéi unvréi secistaś," Mrs Kolai greeted in her sharp, commanding voice.

"Unvréi, Mrs Kolai," the class replied half-heartedly.

Great. Another hour and a half with her. She hated me. Everyone knew it. She never hit me or cursed me outright, but her words always carried hidden jabs, and her lessons often turned into lectures about everything wrong with my father. If my father ever heard half of it, she would vanish overnight. But I didn't care to report her. I didn't even care about her.

Her fashion sense alone made me question her life decisions. That ridiculous mole on her chin wasn't helping either.

"Today, secistaś," she said, switching on the projector, "we will discuss Bount's political history... especially the first democratically elected president."

Her beady eyes landed on me. I felt my teeth clench.

"Miss Donatello," she said, her lips curling, "do you remember who the first elected president of Bount was?"

I gave her a polite smile. "Viesí madame."

She smirked, her voice dripping