Obey the Monster, But Let's Revenge

ed to anymore. Covington. A name that once meant something in New England, now just a faded echo. My upcoming marriage

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all, anxious circle, Tho

me,

-sister

who embodied all the social ambition our family desperately craved. I was th

an found me in the dusty conservatory, where I was sketching the

, his usual smooth

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grand romantic gesture to sweep me away from the suffocating w

aid

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heap ring on my finger su

barely a whisper. "To be your public e

t' s not like that. It' s to prot

Ethan? A rich man? Or pr

uth. This wasn't love, this was a trans