I Don't Remember Loving You, Alpha
All I could focus on was the growing urge to see her suffer, to wipe that smile off her face for good.
Elaine, of course, was too clueless to notice how much I despised her. She was lost in her own little world, smiling like a fool as she continued,
“Cinderella is my favorite princess. She was a maid like me until her fairy godmother came and made her a princess for a few hours. She met the prince of her dreams, who saved her from her hard life, and later, they became husband and wife.”
I knew the story. Who didn’t? But it was nothing more than a ridiculous fantasy, a lie that gave people like her false hope that something good would come out of her stupid life.
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