Billionaire’s Forbidden Cinderella
The lace at the edges of my sleeves started to fray, the fabric splitting apart.
I gasped as my reflection changed. Beneath the gown, chains began to appear, wrapping tightly around my waist and arms.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My reflection didn’t move; it only stared back at me with empty eyes.
Behind me, figures appeared—my mother, my father, and Aunt Mila. They didn’t speak. They didn’t move. They only stood there, their shadows stretching long across the room. I turned to face them, but when I reached out, they faded into smoke.
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