Bianca stood in the middle of her room, her chest heaving with anger and frustration. She looked around at the perfectly organized space, at the expensive furniture and luxurious fabrics, and felt rage bubble up inside her.She grabbed the nearest thing, a decorative pillow from the bed, and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a soft thud and fell to the floor.Not satisfying enough.Bianca walked to the dresser and started pulling open drawers, yanking out clothes and tossing them onto the floor. She did not care about making a mess. Did not care about the expensive lingerie Anna had bought her or the designer outfits hanging in the closet.None of it was hers anyway. None of it mattered.She grabbed a stack of folded shirts and threw them. Then the pants. Then everything else she could get her hands on.The room looked like a tornado had hit it. Clothes everywhere, pillows scattered, the bed sheets half pulled off the mattress.Bianca stood in the middle of the chaos, bre
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