A vengeful soul

CHARLOTTE

Everyone thinks that I’m a monster, but as I sit moodily in my dingy cell, and marvel at the unfairness of it all, I make a vow to myself. They will all regret turning against me. Every last one of them, starting from that traitor called Charles. It nauseates me to think of how much of a weak ninny he is, and galls me that he is actually my blood.

To think that he would turn on his own sister, and then after doing that, go ahead to wine and dine with our enemies is beyond me. He’s content to receive peanuts from our late father’s estate, while that usurper called Sebastian, enjoys our rightful inheritance, along with that his moose of a wife. Also, there's our birth father's wife, who even until now, lives in one of the mansions that should rightfully be for Charles and me, and flies around in his private jets.

Charles doesn't even have a private jet to his name. Hell, I don't even think he flies first class anytime he travels by plane, but he is content to be a slave to tho