Chapter 138: I Don’t Know How Chapter 138: I Don’t Know How The world must see you as a pampered princess, not some—” he gestured vaguely at the small room “—forgotten child in a closet.” He crossed his arms.

“I’ve already assigned someone to move your belongings.

If anyone asks, you’ve been living upstairs for the past ten years.

Do you understand?” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Nnenna “..?” Nnenna blinked, her mind reeling.

Then, she looked him dead in the eye.

“I’m not moving.” The king’s expression darkened, but she wasn’t finished.

“I’ve lived in this closet for ten years, and you never cared.

Now, just because guests are coming, you suddenly want to rewrite history?” Her voice rose, raw with unfiltered emotion.

“If they ask where I’ve been living, I’ll tell them.

I’ll show them this tiny space, my things, and myself, just as I’ve always been.” She let the words settle, watching for a reaction.

“You let them keep me here, Father.

You let them act like I didn’t exist.

And now you want to act like it never happened?” Her chest heaved, her fists clenched.

“No.

I won’t lie for you.” “Well, I…

I wasn’t aware of all that,” King Ikechukwu stammered, looking away, but the guilt was evident in his expression.

Nnenna scoffed.

“Is that so?” Her voice was sharp, unwavering.

“Then tell me, Father, how did you know exactly where to find me tonight?

If you truly had no idea where I’ve been living, how did you walk straight here without asking for directions?” The king’s lips parted slightly, but no words came.

Nnenna exhaled sharply, the weight of disappointment pressing down on her chest.

don’t mind,

her small bed, refusing to look

yes, you are my father, but you’ve never

not to know, it had

But now?

watching him feign concern, watching him lie,

no way a king could be so blind to what happened under his own

way he could ignore the suffering of his own blood for

yet, here

clenched her fists beneath

never let herself be fooled

through

in shock, guilt creeping into his expression as her

speaking it aloud would somehow lessen the

voice faltered, and for a brief moment, he

a

thought I had been trying, but I

eyes flickered to Nnenna’s face, and it struck him all over again, how much she

The same sharp eyes.

The same unwavering strength.

him before he could

to whom

woman in his

the girl standing

He wasn’t sure.

quiet sacrifices Nnenna had made for her siblings, the way she never sought recognition, how she had endured, how

yet, he had

that merely allowing her to

her within these walls, even if hidden, was

standing before

hadn’t been protecting

had been protecting

home and stayed for more

her, seeing her fight for her place, he was beginning to

his daughter,

just maybe, he had been letting her down

had taken her recognizing her own worth for him to finally acknowledge it

his mind, forcing him to

asking her to move rooms

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