My mother died when I was quite young leaving my brother and I to be raised by Father and a host of servants and governesses. Although I have no idea what she looked like Father went through great lengths reminding me daily that I was nothing like my mother. My brother who was older had no problem attracting attention from my father since he looked like the male version of the portraits of Mother which hang along the corridors of Thornfield which was the manor where we lived. It almost felt like Daniel Cosway needed to put a dagger to my heart. He refused to drop the issue and continued conveying messages to me through one of the servant girls named Amelie. I did in the end visit him maybe out of sheer curiosity or disbelief. I wanted him to utter the words directly to me. I also wanted a chance to see his face as he told me his story. What I got instead was Daniel Cosway blackmailing me. As each day continued I evoked horrible nightmares, awakening in cold sweat and for the remainder of the night I remained sleepless. In the end there was only one solution, to return home along with my secret hidden and almost forgotten for years to come. One of the places I found myself visiting frequently was Paris. I had gotten involved with a beautiful french dancer named Celine Varens. The affair that we had carried on, we did so for a while until I discovered that despite the money and luxury I had provided her she was just a promiscuous woman. I ended the relationship disgusted with her and received a bundle of joy which she claimed was mine. A baby girl left in my hotel room which I am certain I did not father. I named her Adele and made arrangements in Paris for her care in my absence. As Adele grew I looked for some small resemblance of my physical features in her. The child had not inherited not a single feature of mine except that she knew the value of expensive gifts. She had become a rather spoilt, self obsessed child. She danced around the house dressed...