A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH THE BILLIONAIRE BROTHERS
Please get out of my house, young lady, leave, Lisa’s mom yells, pointing a trembling finger at her.
Lisa slammed the suitcase shut, tears rolling down her eyes. Trying to hold back the tears had done little to ease the burning betrayal that clawed at her heart. Her own mother, the woman who was supposed to love and protect her, had betrayed her, framed her, and thrown her out like some unwanted trash.
Clutching the suitcase, Lisa stormed out of her room, the weight of her mother's accusation hanging heavy in the air. There was no goodbye, no apology, just the cold, accusing stare of her mother echoing in her mind.
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