The contract is signed.
I never thought this day would come—the end.
I thought I’d be forever trapped in a lie I could never escape. I thought pretending Kai was dead would save me. I thought not having a Miller line to fight for their right to the throne would have satisfied me.
Instead, it made me restless.
I didn’t earn my position.
I was given it.
But now, I can claim it rightfully.
You hear that, Dad?! In a few weeks, this will all be over, and I’ll be the winner. I’m the rightful heir. I will be Black.
I exhale deeply, trying to let go of every drop of discomfort my father caused me over the years—the pushing, torture, ruthlessness. I should let every painful feeling go.
I can’t.
Not until I’ve won.
Then I can pretend all the suffering I went through was worth i
