Page 234 of Bad Prince
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Kane
the court
the pressure
the emptiness?—
it all collides into one sharp, burning point.
He left her.
He left us.
Built his empire.
And never looked back.
My jaw tightens.
My fingers curl around the phone.
No.
Not anymore.
If he doesn’t know I exist?—
that’s about to change.
I tap.
Find a number.
Corporate.
International.
Doesn’t matter.
My thumb hovers.
Just for a second.
Then I press call.
Because I’ve spent my whole life being the girl who works harder.
Who waits.
Who earns.
Who stays quiet.
And I’m done with that.
If Isa can go after what she wants?—
If the world can move like it belongs to people who take?—
