CHAPTER FIVEAVAParis swallowed me whole.The apartment was small. It was a one bedroom apartment with a kitchen the size of a closet, windows that looked out onto a narrow street in the Marais. But it was mine. Paid for by a man I barely knew, in a city where no one knew my name.For the first month, I barely left.I slept. I cried. I stared at walls and let the grief consume me in waves. Some days I couldn't move, other days I paced for hours, replaying every moment, every betrayal and every lie I'd been too blind to see.By the next month, I opted for a new look. I made my hair shorter and changed the colour. I changed the way I moved. I now moved with confidence, moving through rooms like I owned them. The grief had settled into my bones, became part of me, but so had something else. A cold, quiet rage that fueled everything I did.I built an empire from nothing.Daniel's introductions helped, but the rest was me. I kept learning, watching and waiting. My investments multiplied,
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