A Deal With The Billionaire: A contract marriage
The pressure is suffocating, a weight that presses upon my chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to live.
In this prison of my mother's making, my soul is slowly withering away, a delicate flower crushed by the heel of ambition. My heart is a heavy burden, a weight that threatens to consume me at any moment. The tears I cry are tears of despair, tears of anger, tears of frustration. The tears I cry are tears of a life unlived, tears of a dream deferred, tears of a soul forever lost.
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