The Heiress They Tried to Bury
an, the smell of garlic and but
eal. A thick-cut ribeye, a bottle of decent
three years, had finally secured the multi-mi
g two, sometimes three, menial jobs to keep a
n him. I bel
e I hadn't seen in years, my grandfather's, stared out at me. The sight was like a key turning a rusted lock in
ance, the s
d his shock, then his joy. We were finally
ck made me smile. I turned the
dn't walk
d wore a white designer dress that probably cost more than our rent for six mont
He looked at her, his
his?" I asked,
is gaze on me. It w
aid, his tone flat. "Her f
dropped
fiancée. I'm
aking sense. The smell of the bu
? Fiancée? Liam, we've been
gly sound. "Three years i
lusional, Ava. That was a transaction. You need
orn-out sofa I' d found on the curb, at t
e an embarrassment. A simple, poor woma
any physical blow. I felt the
ed, the fight draining out of
al life is starting. I need you to pack your things and be
was a piece of trash he
e ye
over his presentations, the times I' d given him my las
lumpy bed. "When my company takes off, I'll buy you a ma
s all
re life for the past three yea
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