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Inessa
Things are getting messy as days are passing. Molly and Mavin get settled in my apartment that I got from my father on my eighteenth birthday. The gift was to show the world how good a father Andrew Simmons is or to show the money he has on his bank account.
Whatever the reason was, I am happy to have a place of my own.
It’s been a week since they moved in and started over a new life. I am getting to know Mavin a little, but, honestly; I don’t get much time to spend with him. The auctions Hazel and Miles Brian take the major time of my day; after that, I need to study for my final exam that is coming up in two months. With all this stress going on, on top of that, Vero is not talking to me because Brian blackmailed her to do something that she didn’t want to do.
Vero didn’t respond to any of my texts or talk to me when we were on campus. She isn’t even sitting with me during classes.
With all this, it&r
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