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Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss
I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."Hoje é meu aniversário, mas não há bolos nem festas.
Só o eco frio de uma emboscada nas ruínas, o gosto de sangue na boca e a visão turva de Patrícia, minha prima, fugindo com o diário do meu pai e o mapa que me levariam à verdade.
Com minhas últimas forças, liguei para minha mãe, Dona Clara, buscando uma última conexão.
Sua voz, entretanto, cortou-me como um açoite: "O que você quer, Sofia? Estou ocupada comemorando com a Patrícia. Você não podia ter escolhido um dia pior para me perturbar?"
A menção de Patrícia foi um golpe fatal, e quando tentei chamá-la de "Mãe", a resposta gelada veio: "Não me chame de mãe. Você sabe o que este dia significa. É o dia em que você tirou seu pai de mim com essa sua obsessão doentia. A Patrícia, sim, ela é uma filha de verdade, ela me dá alegria, não dor. Francamente, Sofia, eu só tenho um desejo para você neste seu aniversário."
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