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I called him the great pretender. He had made one fatal mistake. Everyone knew he was nothing but a fake the moment he walked into a room. The bastard stuck out like a sore thumb for one simple reason: His suit didn’t quite fit.
Money was just another word for power. The powerless scream. Wealth whispers.
The fact that she is surprised this dynamic didn’t work out is beyond me. It just goes to show how young, dumb, and naive she is. You have three toxic and possessive men who low key hate each other trying to share who they all think is their soulmate.
Girl you are being delusional. Should have chose one and let it be.
Malice and I had become pen pals. Except we weren’t writing letters, we were just mailing a necklace back and forth. Every night, I’d drop it off in his mailbox, and every morning, it would be back in mine.