Revenge Served Cold I Reclaimed My Love and Power

Ten years ago, I mustered the courage to confess my feelings to him. He smiled faintly, saying he liked me too, but he wasn’t ready for a relationship. Instead, he suggested we aim for Ivory Heights Academy together, painting a picture of a shared dream.

But just days later, I saw him stepping into a sleek car belonging to a wealthy girl. Desperation clawed at me as I tried to stop him. He stepped out, his gaze cold and unyielding.

“Your affection for me means nothing,” he said, his voice cutting through me like a blade. “Amara can take me to places you never could.