Transformed into the scorned noblewoman, I embraced wealth and health over society’s approval. But peace was fleeting.
“You’re still an Atlante,” my family reminded.
Unwanted suitors pursued me—contractors, knights, strangers—each with demands.
“I want you, not her,” one insisted.
“Nowhere is safe,” another threatened.
Sylvia’s past clashed with my reality. All I sought was quiet—was it too much?
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