a

an marry anyone else e

ng, qualified enough to marry me. Mos

that I can't marry him? Is it the only reason that my family said i

what people call me and I

conglomerate, filthy rich can't be fun. Believe me, NOT AT ALL. When your life

ed, erecting the awareness inside me. And I didn

me. Wearing an elegant white stripless gown, cascade out towards the ground, putti

he person I love nor the person who loves me. It's

me. As my grandparents' order,

t. It's pleased them

ide me and I shifted my gaze at her in the mirror. She

y blood-red puffy eyes that w

at my dad who was standing by the door. I kn

nds were supposed to stay beside me here today. But luckily or unluckily, I don't have any. And m

ooking as handsome as ever, "Come." He extended his arm to me and all I coul

Group and my father is the elder son of them. He is a famous doctor and my mother is a top model. A bunch of successful people, Bu

want to be me, but how many of the