Chapter Twenty three

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"He thinks he can just hurt me like that?" I whispered, the words catching in my throat as a fresh wave of tears rolled down my cheeks. Alone in the room, the silence echoed with the weight of Damian's confession and the suffocating terms of the contract. Anger, a hot coal in my chest, threatened to consume me.

Questions swirled in my mind, each one a sharp shard of pain. Did he ever truly care? Was I just a pawn in his political game all along? But these unanswered queries wouldn't change the harsh reality – he had shattered my trust and left my heart in pieces.

"He wants a show?" I muttered, a steely glint replacing the tears in my eyes. "Then I'll give him one."

My life had been defined by feeling like a burden, a shadow on my family's happiness. No more. This charade, this forced marriage, wouldn't be another weight to bear. I wouldn't let him win.