Accused Heiress: A Public Betrayal
n sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. My ac
y aching. The clatter and roar of a factory floor filled the air. My parents had pulled me out of
ronie had declared. "You need to c
ath a loose floorboard. Then, I got sick. A bout of pneumonia
urst into the factory. Don grabbed my arm.
eyes widened with a terrifying greed. "You've
again. Fronie stomped on a pile of my precious books, tearing the page
ease!"
us sketches, and tore them into confetti.
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