After I Amazed the World the Cold Alpha Regretted

Chapter 218

His voice came through, laced with amusement.

"Well, it seems everyone else has heard it already. You might want to check your account."

Confused, I quickly pulled up my social media profile, my fingers trembling slightly as I navigated through the notifications.

And there it was the video I had recorded in a moment of inspiration and left in my draft box had somehow gone live.

Over a hundred million views. Comments in languages I couldn't even recognize.

ple were raving about my return, dissecting every note, every visual.

I closed my eyes, a soft groan escaping my lips. "Rolin... this was a mistake. I didn't mean to-"

"I know," he interrupted with a chuckle. "I figured as much. But the world doesn't know that. They think you're back. And from the looks of it, they're thrilled."

I took a deep breath, trying to process it all.

Rolin continued, his tone turning more serious.

"There's also something else. I've signed you up for the peace exchange conference between humans and the other races. It's in a few days, and the organizers are beyond excited to have you perform. What do you want me to do? Cancel?" I sat there, phone pressed against my ear, my mind spinning.

Could I really do this? Could I make a full comeback, after all this time?

"Mummy?" Shirlika's small voice broke through my thoughts, her fingers tugging at my

sleeve.

her, at her brother, who stood

had believed in me, who had waited, just

into the phone, a small smile tugging at my lips. "No

chuckled. "I figured you'd say

said, my voice growing stronger. "Ready to step back

once again stand tall under the

my music-but with the life I've built,

them

was crisp, the first flakes of snow beginning to fall gently as I stood in front of the mirror, carefully dressing

night, a dinner with Matira and Orlando,

together in

and sometimes Matira goes to keep him company and

to make up for all those years apart. During

together and have a

life makes me feel very

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Chapter 218

few years ago, I was an orphan girl who was scolded by her adoptive parents, or a

twirled impatiently, her curls bouncing with each spin, her bright, curious eyes fixed

dress for her that matched her lively spirit-an emerald green velvet gown with a delicate white

knee-length, with a ribbon tied at her waist, and the fabric shimmered

thick and curly, cascaded down her back in loose waves, held back by a small silver clip in