Rewriting My Heart's Fate

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Back then, the Wiley family wanted to tie me down as if our fates were inseparably linked. They believed in a shared rise and fall-if I succeeded, they would too. But all they ever truly wanted was to stand on my back, constantly draining me of my strength and resources. Ethan knew full well about my situation, yet he kept giving the Wileys chances time and time again. When I finally worked my way up to second place, I realized that beating the top spot wasn't realistic, but I could become the one and only second place. "Mr. Grayson, whether it was in the past or now, we live in two different worlds. You and Leah can have your bright future together.

"However, I will never let her off for an ironclad case to be dismissed due to 'insufficient evidence-that only proves that the Grayson family had a hand in manipulating things behind the scenes. If you people can't tell right from wrong, then I'll make sure this gray world sees some color"

1w what I was saying sounded like a bold declaration, but one day, I would stand at the top and make everyone realize my strength. All I ever wanted was falmess

The Graysons might think they could justify saving a murderer because of some life-saving favor, but don't they understand? All of this murderer's crimes were built on taking the life of an innocent person.

more to say. He stood before me like a quivering quall, head bowed, too afraid

was telling the truth. He knew that if anyone else had gone

for a way through the darkness. Maybe from the start, I never truly considered whether I should take

understand-there are some things I had no control over. I've severed

fix anything? I scoffed, looking at him with a mix of pity and disbelief. His clear, dark

golden chuld, the heir they'd poured

the family behind? You don't need to lie to me, and I certainly don't need your forgiveness. After all, this whole mess has little

this conversation out any longer, especially with a man who had never made any real decisions, never stood in my shoes, or fought for

slightly, reminding me that I needed to get back to the dinner and

away, but his grip tightened. I glared at him, clearly

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