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51. No Love, I'll Settle for Power
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2025-06-22 08:01:37“I’m not some wide-eyed girl who’ll cry about it forever.” I met her eyes, determination burned hot under my skin. “If he uses me, I’ll use him right back.”
A smile crossed on Sadie's face, slightly surprised.“I will,” I continued, sharper now. “If I can drain his bank accounts or ruin his empire brick by brick while smiling by his side, then I’ll do it. If I can’t have peace, I’ll settle for control. If I can’t have love, I’ll settle for power.”Sadie didn’t say anything at first. She just looked at me like she was seeing someone she hadn’t quite met before. “I guess that’s your new dream?”“No,” I shook my head, “That’s just survival. I don’t know if I can dream anymore.”Sadie leaned her elbows against the railing. “But you used to.”“That's me in the past. Everything had changed.”“It still could be.”I gave her a wan smile. “Not with him.”She studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Th
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