Plaything in one's palm
cindyysometimes these walls seem to cave in on me lyricsand the walls kept tumbling downthe vacancy that sat in my heartsold to the billionaire, now my family begs for forgiveness
It was a vindication of every bitter thing he had ever believed, and it was utterly devastating.
A savage, unholy wave of satisfaction washed over him. Let it burn. Let the world see what they are. Let Caius's precious empire crumble under the weight of its own corruption. His father's ghost was finally speaking, and its voice was a roar of damning evidence.
But the satisfaction was immediately followed by a cold, gripping fear. If the empire fell, what would happen to him? To Anna? The gilded cage was a prison, but it was also a fortress. If the walls came down, they would be exposed to the wolves—to Marcus, to the press, to the chaos. Caius was a monster, but he was a predictable one. The