The son of a billionaire in disguise
“I swear to you, my darling girl, no one has been taken. No one. Please, sit, breathe, let me-”
“Don’t you dare call me that!” Maria snapped, her eyes flashing red. She stepped closer, fists balled. “You’ve called me ‘darling girl’ since I was old enough to understand words, and every time it meant chains, every time it meant cages. I’m not your puppet, and I will never be your sweet, little Maria again!”
Her voice cracked on the last word, breaking into a sob. She was shaking so hard that Rene instinctively reached for her arm, steadying her before she tipped forward.
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