The Girlfriend Contract

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, she had to give Lucas good news that there was still hope for him. 'Poor Lucas,' sh

me out of jail, he was ruined the day he was given the final verdict In court, they had no money t

denly lit up when she saw her brother. She smiled widely, "T," he called her... As he usually did, "w

, he didn't know how to look happy

ng big and incredible, I swear you'd lighten up the

lightly at his words, he turned to a negative thinker, "You know, maybe you're hungry, start eating, I'll tell you once you have some sweet dish, maybe then you'll be positive." She broug

h, I will be reopening your case." She dimmed her eyes, focusing on nowhere in particular, "Ba

ou a gift, what should I expect you to do for me? I've come to terms with this place Amelia. Go, live your life to the fullest, be a happy child." It was hard

e warden told her visiting time was over... She had only highlighted him on t

on the wall and the other on the wooden headboard, with her mouth open and saliva

attered hair, a tank top, and short, opening t

, resting her back on it, and slipping slowly till she sat down. "Why did here come here today?" Sh

r, wiping her mouth before opening the door again with a wide grin on her face, "Good morning, h

u ready Miss Amelia, We're going o

'll wait for you In my car, be quick." He said then left. Amelia sneered at him, "B

as she had nothing to say to him, only taking some peeks at his handsome fac

couldn't deny how satisfied he felt yesterday by using all the chance he had to bring her down, she slapped him that night, nobody ever

ed in two ponytails. She regretted having the most stupid idea to style her hair this way, The receptionist greeted both with a bow. they took the el

chandeliers hanging with long chains and beautiful lights, the lighting steps, luxurious sofa, and not to for

ike clothing with tattoos on her neck and a lot of piercings on her face. Amelia waved at

gazine from the headrest, "I want you

houlder-length, change the color to something you know I would prefer, I'

e laughter. Amelia felt like squeezing the shopkeeper's lips out, wouldn't that be troublesome? She decided to reserve her words. After washing and drying her hair, the lady brought scissors, "what are you doing with that?" Amelia asked in surprise, "my job, of course, the boss said to cut it to shoulde

ask them to

o back and let them finish the wo

owered her voice to speak the next sentenc

he will do a good job I trust." He put the magazine over

hand into a fist, he