Annie’s POVLiving with the rich turned out nothing like the glossy fantasy I used to build in my head late at night, because everything about this life came with strings, silent rules, and cold expectations that wrapped around my throat tighter the deeper I stepped into it.That night when Ken insisted I be thrown out of the house, I braced myself for humiliation, for rejection, for the kind of ending where I’d be left standing outside with nothing but regret clinging to me like a second skin, but Cynthia stopped it, told them I could stay, and for one fragile second I thought maybe, just maybe, she saw me as something more than a mistake.I was wrong.“A Macmillan heir must be protected,” she said, her voice flat, almost bored, like she was discussing business instead of my life, my body, my future. “After the child is born, you’ll be compensated unless Ken decides to marry you, and unfortunately, that isn’t something I can force.”The words didn’t just hurt, they sliced straight th
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