Dat_tiny_pretty_gurl
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Milaya Omolola Oladokun, master of masks, queen of control... slipped. She knew the rules. She mastered the risks. But she paused her chessboard, only to realize the queen had fallen for the king..but Emran was already gone.
Two years of silence were meant to bury it all.
Even their reunion should have been the end.
But she stepped back into the darkness anyway, drawn by an emptiness she called hope, by embers she dared to name flowers.
What if she had chosen differently?
What if she had run, never looked back, let the past remain the past?
She underestimated -and it hurt.
The Adeoyes never play fair. Not for the world. Not for the ones foolish enough to love them.
The game was never over. It was never hers to play.
Milaya stood in the ashes of her own hope, finally understanding: πππ ππππ πππππππππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ-ππππ ππππ ππππ, πππ ππππ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππ..