Love Is Not A Fiction

uch rooms in the house, and most of them were now empty. There was no room for me in the dormitory that I used to share with my sisters. With Loya and Heli, my younger sisters, w

n apologized and offered to come back, but I did not dare. I was too wor

is parents, who are also part-time partners of the pope in business, and also every caring city dweller who considers it his duty to procrastinate vile news every day, seasoning it with new details. In the opinion of honorable citizens, it was I who tarnished the good name of the family

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let me go, because there was no strength left to fight. And what could I? The process was started and there was no stopping it. I

e who did this nasty trick with me is higher than our family in status and ten times richer. I'm sure I'm just one

ently overheard the gardener talking to the cook. Things are going very badly at my father's firm. My fiancé's parents want to break off all relations with my family, including busine

pened that made me desperately want to scream and cry. Which I did, burying my head in