Married by Contract - book 1

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of my room. Once again, insomnia kept me company as I watched the night turn into day through the open window. I've been contemplating my li

ndy for five year

ing, haunted by nightmares of the accident or dreams featuring my sister. In these

e you,

he pain of knowing my sister died hating me. How

till here with me. How I wi

I wi

ut of bed to avoid dwelling on these thoughts. However, they never leave me because I feel responsible for what happened. Constantly labeled

es on,

but for Mandy. I know it would be her wish, even if she hated me. In the bathroom, I undress,

we were laughing together all day, and at night, the damn accident happened. A sob escapes my mouth, and by now, my tears are mixed with the shower wate

ding. Maybe time can't heal everything after all. I feel lo

ork. This business is a family legacy, passed from my grandfather to my father when he came of age, and my father was planning to pass it on to Mandy. However, with what happened, that responsibility falls on me, whether I want it or not. Mom, once a

relationship before because I wasn't obedient-I always liked things my way and stood my ground when they disagreed-but now i

illable void. Like my parents, I've never overcome it, and I don't know if I ever can. It hurts too much, and I try to numb the overwhelming pain and the disdain my parents feel for me by taking it out

s why it's my secret; no one would understand, and they'd probably mock my scars. I don't want to appear weak, fragile

ll, just to stop feeling, but I can't. I have to live for Mandyson, I owe it to her.No more crying Meg, you gotta get up and live. I remind myself, because I know that crying won't bring my sister back. So I get up closing the shower soon after, wrap a towel around my thin, pale body, and go to my room walking directly to my closet where I grab a pair of black jeans and a shirt of the same color, and put them on right after. I do some basic makeup to disguise my dark circles, because it's been a long time since I've known what it's like to sleep well, and I comb my long blonde hair and let it dry naturally. Already on my feet I put on a pair of white sneakers

ice and grab a toast, spreading a little st

ose my eyes as I chew slowly, enjoying the jam. " Anne, I love it when you make this jam, it's delicious

r you'll be late " Ann

, Anne is always radiant and spreading sweet smiles around her. Her brown eyes behind her glasses observe me with attention and sweetness. This makes me smile at h

sure her, giving her a thumbs up. Anne shake

ay? " She asks calmly, sitting next t

d negatively and she understands, because she knows that means I don't have an answer to her question. So she j

aid he'll be back today, and your mother will stay there for a while to resolve some matt

ay there? When we're h

n this house " I gru

olds me and gives me a sad look. I furrow my bro

them of that detail when they're here " I respond

this house, but I can tell that she still hopes that we will become a "real family" and start loving each other one day. Not that I don't love my parents, despite everything I love them more than

Anne like that. When I get ther

n quickly go down the stairs, holding onto the railing to avoid tripping and falling.

nt, my dream is to study music and work with it in a studio or doing something related to that field. I leave the house and walk to the garage, where I find my car, a new

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