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âEvery rose carries its own curse. I just happened to be mine.â
Theyâll say this story began with murder â but theyâd be wrong. It began with a decision. Mine. I chose truth over comfort. Justice over silence. And in return, I got a bullet. Fair trade, right?
But death didnât want me. Or maybe the world wasnât done with me yet. Because I opened my eyes not in a morgue, but in a mirror â not mine, but hers. A new name. A noble house. A kingdom ruled by silver lies and golden crowns. And wouldnât you know it?
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The man who killed me⦠wears one.
So hereâs the truth: Iâm not the girl who wants to be saved. Iâm the girl who builds the gallows. I smile in silks. I dance with daggers. I burn bridges just to light the way forward.
And this time?
This time, I get to write the verdict.
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