But maybe—just maybe—he can help me stop the bleeding before it drowns me.
Today, I’ll step into that light—not because I crave it, but because it’s useful. It draws people in and closes their eyes to what’s behind my smile. And if you want anything, you need people to give it to you willingly, thinking it’s their idea. That’s where my talent shines. My make-believe becomes their reality.
Call it manipulation, call it survival—I don’t care. The world isn’t kind to girls like me. So I’ll take what I need, with a smile on my lips and nothing in my heart. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter.
Manya opted for the easy route this time, tracing directly to her room instead of enduring the long walk back to the Kazimir residence. A convenient escape that still left her with a pressing to-do list na
