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He frowned. "It doesn't matter whether I mention it or not.. This belonged to you anyway... This is yours from the time your mother passed away.. And you're the sole beneficiary of this.. No one can hold a claim over it.. Your mother made it iron strong.. This would have helped you if you ever needed it.. "

“This one belonged to my brother. Your meddling uncle. He forged it himself.” Lily’s fingers twitched with the urge to touch it, but she held back—barely. “One day,” Mama said, looking at me, “..this room will belong to you.” I blinked. “Me?” “You’re the next Keeper,” she said gently. “The stories. The lineage. The records. The vault. It falls to you, Joha.” I looked down at the crate, then back at her. My chest tightened with something I couldn’t name. Not fear. Not pressure. Just... weight.

As of today, the mine belongs to Genovia and was founded by no one but me. "All hail to His Highness!!!!" They all screeched in delight. I bite my lips painfully till my mouth gets soggy with blood. I was whimpering and crying till the guards had carried out the instructions. We embarked on going back when Arnold suddenly rushed back to the mine. His eyes glowed in mischievousness and I couldn't help myself from cursing him continuously. My heart was heavy but what do I do? I hope my parents understand that I did it because I don't want to be shamelessly disvirgined.

Gramps told her, looking at her strangely. “It is not mine to sell, Oppa. It belongs to a stranger, and my mother’s last wish was that I keep it safe until the owner comes for it. It is my wish to keep it close to me as a reminder of my promise to my mother. Of course, I know that it’s not mine, and I intend to return it to the rightful owner when he comes for it. I would never take something that isn’t mine. I’m not a thief,” she responded smoothly, her voice cool and bold.

I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again

Not anymore. Myself included.

I was going to own it, and no one was going to take it from me. *****

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

Carla Was I doing the right thing? Too much thinking will make me regret my decisions. I take the pill bring it closer to my lips and hold the glass of water with my shaking hands. I didn’t want my child to have to grow when it can never be safe. I don’t think Aeden knows about this so it's better if he never finds out. It will be for the best. I don’t even know how he will react if he finds out. I just don’t want to hear the negative ones, if he didn’t like the idea of having children.