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I replied sarcastically. “But we need to milk him of his wealth before we run off with our getaway car,” she added, laughing. I chuckled, remembering the reference to Taylor Swift’s song. “We don’t have to do that. I have money, alright? All of his assets are mine.” “Oh, right,” she laughed, yawning. “Now, I really need to sleep and get lazy.” She smacked me with another pillow, and I laughed along with her.

“Did you really think I ever wanted you?” I froze, the sound of my pulse roaring in my ears. “What are you saying? Help me up, Diego. Let's….let's talk about things. Are you out of your mind?” I managed to say but his smile only grew wider, brushing my hair said with mock and tenderness. “You, Lana, the little orphan omega born with a silver spoon that is now mine. Do you know what Elder's called you behind your back? ‘A pity Luna’ A charity case I turned into royalty.”

Picking up the microphone once again, I spoke piercingly clear without shouting, "Everyone, allow me to introduce things properly. As of this morning, the very last asset under Martin's name has completed a fully legal transfer. Every trade route, dock, company stock, trust fund belonging to the Clark family and company, as well as this very estate, has all been changed to my name." I paused for a moment, my gaze sweeping past the dumbfounded dons below, before finally landing on Julia’s face, which had turned pale in an instant. "Therefore, this wedding, the dress on your body, the ring on your finger, and even the red carpet you are stepping on, every single penny spent was my money. "Mart

But the reason I couldn't handle these trivial things and was always unable to arrive on time was entirely because of Cara. Yet, Peter couldn't see it, nor did he care. Just as he knew full well that Mom couldn't stop taking her medication or delay her treatment, he still impatiently snapped at me over the phone, as if it were perfectly justified. "How many times have I told you? If you need money urgently, just ask Cara. It's not like she'd say no to you." Getting money from Cara was as difficult as ever.

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

The old lady looked over at me curiously. I walked to the balcony. "Dad, I just paid six months' rent yesterday. I only have 500 bucks left." "Go borrow it! Ask your friends!" "I've already borrowed from all of them." I glanced down at the people walking their dogs below. "Ever since you took that 68 grand, I haven't been able to bring myself to ask anyone for another cent. "I originally planned to give that 68 grand to Carl, and then work hard to earn money so you'd live a better life. But you spent it without a word. So now all I can do is work to pay Carl back."

It's been a wild ride, but we're still standing, ready to take on whatever comes our way. "I wonder if he's old, grumpy, ill-tempered? You know how old money people are, they can get a bit extremely obnoxious." I wondered out loud to my best friend Lyra. "I can't shake the thought—what if he's one of those old, grumpy types? You know, the kind with an ill-tempered demeanor? Old money folks can be extremely obnoxious," I mused aloud, sharing my concerns with my best friend Lyra.

Someone knocked over their drink. My jaw opened, but nothing came out. My eyes became foggy for an instant, it then felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room. He wasn't finished. "Lana's the kind of woman only money could stand," Derek continued, voice dripping with contempt. "Without her daddy's money, she's nothing. Not even her mirror image would love her." There was a quiet sob in the back of the room. I knew it was mine. The bouquet slipped from my grasp and fell onto the floor with a muffled thud. Petals drifted away. I stood and looked at them, white lilies bruised against the marble

Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely Everybody knows my past now Like my house was always made of glass And maybe that's the price you pay For the money and fame at an early age And everybody saw me sick And it felt like no one gave a shit They criticized the things I did as an idiot kid What if you had it all But nobody to call? Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely

"He's your ex? What in the world." "Mhmm" Lance started playing Lucky Strike. Oh, I want to know just how to love you The jewel of California Oh, I want to skip stones on your skin, boy And drown me in your water And my boy like a queen Unlike one you've ever seen He knows how to love me better A hit of dopamine, higher than I've ever been He knows how to love me better