The Charity Case's Crown

the air hung thick with cigar s

ing the supportive girlfriend I' d always

heard m

y, no connections. Marrying her wo

lau

ld want her? She' s practically a charity case

e marble floor, but no one bothered to look

ight, reeking of alcohol, whispering about keeping m

oe, for a business mer

mistress, offering me a life of comf

alling me "an orphan with

attered, th

, to trade everything for someone who saw

e we' d carved our initials, I saw him and

my very identity..

llionaire I' d once shown a small kindness to, I

hem what this "chari