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Once cooled, I continued to pack my things. Dale thought that he could trap me by taking my phone, but no amount of data could hold me back. I went to the study to retrieve my documents, but the lock's password had been changed. I laughed bitterly. They'd done something so despicable, yet they thought they could cage me. I bit my lip, my sadness hardening into resolve. I pulled a medical report from the bottom drawer and gripped it tightly. If they wouldn't let me go, I'd make this blow up. We would see who'd be crying in the end.

“I hate him for making me believe I was different. I hate him for making me regret…” “Shh,” Lila murmured, stroking my hair. “Don’t regret what you gave honestly, Sophia. Regret the man who wasn’t strong enough to receive it. He’s a child, terrified of his own shadow, hiding behind Clara's skirts. You deserve to be seen, not used as a corporate shield.” Her honesty was a cruel balm. She was right. Damien was a coward. I finally pulled myself off the floor, feeling the sudden, desperate need for an activity that demanded my focus. I needed to pour the acid of my devastation into something productive.

He dished out a handful of the dish, added the meatloaf to it and served it to me, hot and salivating. I stared at the wonderful dish and just couldn't help but feel like Esau in the Bible, who sold his birthright just for a plate of porridge. " Are you sure you haven't sold something important to you just for this plate of Mac and cheese?" I asked myself, and the answer popped up - my human dignity. While Esau sold his birthright for a plate of porridge, I sold my human dignity for a plate of Mac and cheese with meatloaf - well, at least my food was probably more enjoyable than his, so I was better than him.

“I need your help. This is about my dignity—” “Dignity?” he barked out a dry laugh. “What dignity? Women like you have none. You should be ashamed. Now get out before I throw you out myself. I have nothing to say to you, and I sure as hell won’t help someone like you.” His words pierced something deep inside me. That was it. I didn’t care if he was older, or supposedly respected. I couldn’t let him humiliate me like that.

Watching their car disappear down the driveway, Damien turned to Uncle Wesley and asked, "How did the conversation with that Rachel go?" "We didn’t ask for money, but she agreed to leave," Uncle Wesley replied. Damien chuckled softly, saying to Uncle Wesley, "So, she’s quite ambitious." Uncle Wesley nodded, "She’s a determined girl." "This is the most pathetic thing about the poor," Damien said as he rotated his gemstone ring, "She thinks she has dignity because she doesn’t want money? Naive. She’ll realize soon enough that without money, no one will respect her. Where is her dignity? Ridiculous."

My hands were shaking far too violently to lift it without spilling. Adrian sat across from me, his face a stone wall, unreadable. I felt utterly exposed, stripped bare in a way that had nothing to do with the lack of clothing from earlier. Every ugly confession that had just ripped from my throat sounded pathetic and ridiculous to my own ears. Every manipulation I’d swallowed. Every piece of my dignity I’d surrendered. Every single time I had let Damian look at my body with disgust, call me worthless, and demand I work myself into the ground to fund his elitist lifestyle while he secretly emptied my bank account.

The one that still had those words boldly written and stamped across the page. *REMOVED FROM SUCESSION* I closed my eyes briefly and exhaled. The words weren't new now. They felt familiar, like something I was beginning to understand. I didn’t want to tell him I had seen that before. So, I simply acted like it was all fresh and new to me. “Explain it.” Morrison took his words slowly. “That document isn’t something you fake—” “I never said it’s fake.” I cut in. “You said I am royalty. And now you are showing me this. What is this all about?”

“I know what he did to your family. I know what he’s done to others. You of all people should want him destroyed.” He didn’t look at me. “Please,” I whispered. “Help me make them pay. I can’t do this alone.” *Begging doesn’t suit you, Tania. * West I sank to my knees anyway. The dirt was cold, but I didn’t care. “You think I care how I look right now? You think I care about pride? I lost everything. I’ll crawl if I have to.” He exhaled slowly. *She’s burning herself from the inside.*

What if walking into that room brought back every memory of that night in Room 2808 and made everything between us even more complicated? I nearly turned around and walked back to my desk, ready to bury myself in work and pretend none of this had happened. The money could wait. My dignity could wait. But then I remembered why I had come here in the first place. Dignity. I refused to let that ten million dollars hang over me like a debt or a transaction. If I didn’t face this now, I would always wonder if I had compromised myself. Protecting my dignity meant standing up for it, even when it terrified me. So I took a deep breath, straightened my blouse, and walked toward the private executive