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"I'm not important to you, am I?" I muttered, allowing the pain in my chest to consume me.

I had an overwhelming urge to cry. I felt foolish for having fallen in love with my bodyguard, knowing that he only saw me as a spoiled brat.

"What did you say?" he asked with a furrowed brow.

"Nothing, forget it," I shook my head repeatedly.

I made a motion to get off, and he stopped me, looking into my eyes with a hint of concern that only made the pain worse.

"I think I need to go home now," my voice came out steady, although inside, I was crumbling.

"What?!" he furrowed his brow even more, disbelieving.

"You won't make me stay here," I tried to break free from his grip. "I've figured it all out, don't worry."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean I've figured out your plan," I said, getting serious and clenching my fists at my sides. "You got what you wanted from me, and now I'm useless to you, right?"

His face showed total astonishment, and for a moment, I saw anger in his eyes. But he closed h