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Chapter fourteen: No One Asked Me

Penulis: Nixanthy
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Sleep? What was that again?

I don't remember falling asleep but I'm sure it wasn't more than four hours of it.

I had spent the night going through that stupid contract at least fifty times. Back and forth, page by page, clause by clause, try to find any hidden camera or a part where it suddenly burst into flames and revealed itself that this was one cruel horrible prank. A mistake. A game.

But sadly, no such luck.

It was all very, very real.

Everything spelled out in those neat, expensive fonts and benefits that seemed too good to be true made me want to scream.

A fully furnished house somewhere secluded once the baby was born. Every debt I ever had…student loans, credit cards, the loan sharks that I owe, all of it was going to be taken care of. A state-of-the-art hospital facility under my name the moment I signed. And a fifteen billion dollar payout by the time I delivered.

Fifteen. Freaking. Billion.

Not millions. Not “here’s a check, go start a juice bar.”

Billio
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