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The most selfless form of love is SACRIFICE......
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"I'll do it," I said, finally lifting my gaze.
Dad chuckled, low and humorless. "I didn't ask for your permission," he said, his voice turning cold. "And you don't have a choice."
I pressed my lips together. Right. My family doesn't ask. They impose.
"You may leave."
I stood immediately. "Have a good day, Mr. Malhotra," I murmured, turning toward the door.
Then I stopped.
Wait.
I turned back. Dad was already watching me, his brows slightly furrowed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malhotra," I said quickly, before he could dismiss me again, "but you didn't tell me who you signed the deal with... or where I'm going."
"Oh." He shrugged, almost carelessly. "You didn't ask."
Then he said the words that shattered me.
"You're going to Spain. You'll be working under Mr. Alex Cortes, CEO of the Cortes Empire."
I froze.
It felt like my soul slipped out of my body. My breath hitched, my heart stuttering in my chest.
No. No. No.
This isn't possible.
This has to be a dream.
I can't. I won't.
Not again.
Not back to the chapter I closed six years ago.
And in that moment, I understood a terrible truth-
Some doors, once opened, never let you walk away unscathed.