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"Stop pretding like you have no idea!" she snarled, pressing the blade a fraction closer. "You played me like a fool, blackmailed my father into selling off my brother, and—"

"Wait, I didn\'t blackmail him," he pointed out. "I offered a deal like any normal person would, and he accepted. Besides, I was merely helping your family out."

"That\'s ev worse!" she shouted, her voice shaking with rage. "Especially wh you are the one who got us into all of this! Do you know how humiliating it is to know that my family accepted help from you of all people?!"

"Was it really that humiliating?" he asked, his tone soft, almost gtle.

"Of course!"

"Good," he said, the sudd change in his demeanor catching Iyana off-guard.

A slow, chilling smile spread across Vyan\'s face, and he began to laugh. The sound was cold and hollow, sding shivers down her spine.

"That was my inttion," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malevolt delight. "Tell me, does it shatter your fragile pride to know that your father chose my help over his faith in you?"

She gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with unshed tears.

"Does it make you want to scream in frustration, knowing that if your father had waited just one more day, he might have se you succeed?"

Her grip on the dagger tighted, her knuckles turning as his words struck her like vomous barbs.

His palm reached up to caress the side of her face, his touch vile and repulsive. "I must say, I love this expression on you," he drawled slowly.

"Why..." A tear finally slipped from her eye, the sse of failure overwhelming her. "Why do you despise me so much? What have I ever done to you?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

In an instant, his expression darked, fury igniting in his eyes.

He grabbed her wrist, flinging her dagger aside, and straighted up. Twisting her arm behind her back, he yanked her close, their bodies almost merging.

"Why, you ask," he seethed, his gaze piercing into hers. "How can you ev ask me that, Iyana? Was I so insignificant that you don\'t ev remember what you did to me?"

Her face clouded with confusion.

"Wow," he scoffed. "You really are... the worst."

Iyana took a momt to think before she spoke, "All this just because I am getting married to Prince Easton?" She only repeated what Sina had fed her.

Vyan\'s grip tighted a her wrist, making her wince. "If only it were that simple, Iyana," he snarled, his voice dripping with vom. "I would be throwing confetti if it was just about your wedding."

His eyes narrowed, and the pain in his red-rimmed gaze made her heart ache.

"You were saying you felt humiliated because I fooled you? Imagine my delight discovering you were deceiving me for four whole fucking years."

His voice was a blade, each word cutting deeper.

"The years I thought were the best of my life? A mirage—a sick joke, courtesy of you."

As her confusion grew, Vyan let her go, almost flinging her wrist away as if she were diseased. "So yeah, that\'s why I despise you. Happy now?"

He turned to leave, unable to stomach her presce any longer.

Iyana stood rooted to her place, her mind a maelstrom of chaos.

What is he talking about? Deceived him for four years? What reason would I have for doing that to him? I am not such a terrible person, am I?

"Your Grace!" she called out, desperation tinged in her voice. He stopped but didn\'t turn a. "Would you please tell me what I did?"

His look of pure disgust made her feel dirty. "Playing the amnesia card now? Really, Iyana?"

She pursed her teeth, and in that momt, she made an impulsive decision—one that she might come to regret.

Despite her better judgmt, she blurted out the truth, "I really am suffering from amnesia."

Vyan chuckled. "Oh, let me guess, is this the latest and greatest trap you have come up with?"

Iyana swallowed hard and said, "No, seriously. I have lost all my memories, Your Grace. It happed about a year ago. Right wh I was relocated to Ganlop, I had this accidt, and poof! My tire past, it was gone."

She further added, "I wouldn\'t have ev known my name if it wer\'t for the help of my subordinates."

"Good story," he gave a slow, mocking clap, "Maybe you should write a book: The Melodramatic Lies of My Life."

"Your Grace, it\'s the truth," she insisted, her eyes wide with sincerity.

"You have already fooled me once. Do you really think I am going to fall for your sob story again?"

"Please, what would it take for you to believe me?" she asked, frustration tinging her voice.

"Alright, give me one good reason why I should believe you," he countered, arms crossed.

"Well, I—" she stammered, her brain doing an impression of a blackout. "Um…"

She scratched her cheek, looking as sheepish as a wolf caught in a chick coop. "Can I have some time to think about it?"

Vyan rolled his eyes. "Good luck crafting a lie elaborate ough to trap me." With that, he stormed out of his office.

Iyana slumped into his chair, facepalming with ough force to make a noise. "He is right. If I wronged him so badly in the past, why would he believe me? Ugh, but I still need to know our past from him or it\'s going to drive me nuts."

She sighed, feeling utterly lost. "What should I do?"

That\'s wh a light bulb flickered to life above her head, and her face lit up with a mischievous grin.

"Yes! This will definitely work!"