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ney, but when you are thrust into wealth without choice or control, it is nothing more than a golden

onica, a hard-working but loving Mum who worked tirelessly to p

ches define love. But what good is all this luxury if I feel sti

er of Robert's family, is the socialite who wears expensive labels

t here I am, the wife of the heir, yet still feel li

venting my wrath. I came to locate Ariel, to compel her

't concerned. The hospital bills were outrageous, the least she could do as a daughter was show

loped in luxury, with music playing through crystal chandel

ile women in silk and sequins lay themselves over ve

that clings to her like a second skin, her laughing a

eath and pushed

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hat are you

ow," I responded wi

been ill ever since you moved out 1 y

" Ariel moans, swishin

e hospital. What more ar

twist i

? And assist with the hospital bi

I've told her t

st that title when she failed to unde

gut. How could some

mble that breaks through our strain. My head turns toward

ith the type of easy assurance that makes people stop and

fixed on me, I feel vulnerable, as if he can see beyond the polis

forward, batting her eyelids

Matteo, I had no idea

ek at her. His atten

Kimberly,"

s mouth like a secre

. How do you

ilting his h

n to things tha

in my chest, s

n't like it. She slips an arm around Matteo, her

ferent. She doesn't fit in ou

pects. Instead, he watches me close

ost to himself. Ariel pouts,

you interrupted, Matteo. A pri

should go before Ariel find

refu

exciting. For the first time since mom fell sick, I was glad I put effort into my dressing. I was wearing a long floral halter neck

blink, attempting to bre

e, When I see the call

iliar voice crackles

is back in the hospital.

my lungs ha

etly. Matteo observes me

d someone t

icks her

o walking wherever she wan

ing another word, I turn a

eptic, sterile, drugs. At last, I'm standing in my mot

ollowed down by anguish. She was on bed rest and couldn't walk,

I ran to her side, graspin

e, Mom. I

d as she attempte

omething I nee

. Save your strength, "I

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uilds in

talking about?" She draws

ting marrie

have stopped before me. I

n't und

ezes my ha

th Sir Gregory's son. It

entire body. "D

and your late da

ith the hospital bills. And this ar

head, my

t occurring. This c

nstead of spending her moments getting better in pe

no control over w

ird. Forced to bend t

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