And once you truly became an actor, the only way forward was growth, not chains.
When I stumbled home later that night, exhausted, I didn’t expect to find someone already inside.
“That one. And that one too. Move them out.”
Marina was in my living room, directing movers as they boxed up my crystal ornaments and gold figurines.
“Put that down! Who gave you permission to break into my house?”
My sudden shout made her flinch, and her hand pressed against her chest. But annoyance quickly replaced her fear.
“What are you yelling for? Mr. Vale himself recorded my fingerprint in this house, so I can come and go whenever I please. Oh, take that too! Move everything to the new place Mr. Vale bought for me.”
She was pointing at the little gold ring on my vanity. It was barely five grams, worth less than five hundred. Dominic had skipped meals and eaten instant noodles for three months just so he could buy it for me back when we had nothing.
Back then, he swore he’d give me the best life.
Now, even though I owned necklaces worth millions, that tiny gold ring was still the most precious thing I had.