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She told me everyone said Anna was a rich, pretty heiress who was way out of my league. She said the only reason I got to grow up and go to school was because of the Brooklyn family. And to them, I was just a pet. They'd never let someone like me marry their daughter. At first, I brushed it off. But when I got to college, people who knew my story would say the same thing. And slowly… something inside me started to shift. I stopped accepting the Brooklyn family's support and took part-time jobs to pay my own tuition. Whenever it was Anna's birthday or a holiday, I'd work extra shifts, scrimp and save just to buy her something nice.

Avoid her crying, being sad, or being disappointed by life. " Zack! We are so different, you are rich and you have everything you want but I ...am not and life always forces me to fight and to get what I want by working days and nights. So please you can't understand what it means to die of hunger, " she cries again and again making me sink into sadness " you will never know what is it to work for a whole day without been paid for your efforts, to be the one on whom your father counts to get healthy…" she continues weeping.

It’s all or nothing. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental.

anna and mom had begun to act like Korean characters, they shared eye contact and smirk nervously, something was up or sure, and I knew it. First, it started with a seat down reathabile, I looked at the line their fingers were pointing to and it was close to Jamal , sitting down near a crush in a family meeting that's nice. I walked sluggishly, took my seat, and regulated my breath. Then they began to tell me tales of my home town, I wasn't surprised, I have heard tales about South Africa, read a few, and experienced so little, but I haven't heard their part of the story, then it all began when I was born., bla bla bla, I know childbirth was painful, but having to hear so close to Jamal gav

Do you know what it feels like?.... I suppose some of you would know but the rest of you…I doubt it! Do not get me wrong , this story is not like your ordinary love story – it is not a romance novel to begin with…But I guess every sad story begins with a heartache. Every broken heart was caused by some type of action that shattered it into a million pieces – every person has a reason as to why they act the way they do. Have you ever?....

If you are looking for a romantic love story, this is not it. Although there is love in my story, a perfect love at one time. There is also a lot of pain, heart ache, and sadness. This is not a fairy tale, there is no white knight. This is a story about betrayl, anger, bitterness, forgiveness, and change. This is my story of how my life fell apart.

"You are unbelievable." "But it worked," she said in an excited tone. "I found something." "What did you find?" Kincaid asked. "All their doubts are based on a children's bedtime story about a wolf that steals pups and kills them," Adrienne said. Kincaid groaned. "Not that..." He muttered. He knew the story. Almost every child in these parts knows the story. "It is ridiculous for them to believe that you are the bloody pup snatcher." "Are you not going to do anything about it?" She asked.

After doing all that, he jumped from a building. When I learned the news, I felt little emotion. Rachel should be satisfied with this outcome. She could rot in hell with her lover. Meanwhile, my business grew exponentially. Soon, my workshop grew into a factory, and my factories then spread across the country. I also met a woman I liked, got married, and had children. I would live only for myself in this life.

She really is an energetic girl. After I invited them for a campfire, somehow, almost everyone in the household have gathered together to hear the story. Except the knights of course, I sent them away for information gathering. So we gathered and I told them about me consuming a poison and now it is stuck in my body and I have to find a cure quick before I die in less than a month.

Whether it’s your favorite moment, a theory, or just a heart emoji, it all makes a difference! Stay tuned… the story is just getting deeper.