The Replacement Heiress
Her face was everywhere—watching, judging, reminding her of the life she was supposed to step into.
It was during this self-guided tour that she stumbled upon a room unlike any other. It looked like a classroom—but not the dull, fluorescent-lit kind. This was a masterpiece.
A massive projector hung from the ceiling, its sleek design blending seamlessly with the dark wooden walls. In the center of the room sat a leather chair so pristine, so luxurious, that it had to be worth a small fortune. The desk before it was just as refined, with a gleaming gold lamp, a neatly arranged stack of books, and—oddly—a small bell.
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