Cracked After My Fake Death
"Marriage? Okay, but the line's long. Hmm... about 18 hot young guys ahead of you."
Their complexions shifted from pale to ashen, and finally to a lifeless gray. They had expected me to soften, forgive, and get reunited with them. Instead, I priced their so-called affection like merchandise.
It was mortifying, but they didn't dare protest, terrified that I'd vanish once more.
"I'll pay! Right away!" Frederick reacted first, fumbling with his phone. "$100 million, a billion, whatever. Just stay."
"Me too!" Samuel and Theodore scrambled to follow suit, initiating their transfers.
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