They mocked me for inheriting a “worthless rag”—until the hidden truth behind it was finally revealed.

had already quietly changed hands.

“You don’t even care about wealth like that,” she said quickly. “So just sell me the shawl. Please.”

For a moment, I almost laughed.

Not because it was funny.

But because it was painfully obvious.

She still didn’t understand.

Not really.

She thought the shawl itself held power.

As if owning it now could somehow rewrite everything continue reading …