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2025-02-14 21:00:51Ghost POV
The moment Prince leaves with his father, the air in the room feels lighter, as though the weight of his constant defiance has finally lifted. Throughout the entire negotiation, all he did was push and prod, like he was deliberately trying to provoke me. It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to give him the reaction he clearly wants.
At one point, I’m so close to grabbing him, slamming my mouth onto his just to shut him up. Not because it would fix anything, but because it would silence the endless stream of arguments he keeps throwing my way. I know exactly what he’s doing, though. Every glare, every word dripping with venom—it’s all a performance for his father, a show to prove how much he hates me. It’s a confirmation of what I already know. Prince is going back to pretending I mean nothing to him.
As the silence settles, I sink into the chair, rubbing my temples and letting out a sharp exhale. Alone at last, but
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