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The Billionaire's Fashion Designer

Chapter 2 The horror story

Word Count: 1268    |    Released on: 27/04/2024

ears

ac

cross the cheek in th

the force of the blow. She winced, trying to hold back tears as she felt the humiliation and anger welling up inside

dow that hung over her, a constant reminde

lking back at her is one of the rules she must not forget and not responding to her when she's talking is like looking

lled but all Clarisse co

e managed to say, tear

amend my dress? Is that how

look him in the eye. Her body ached from the endless hour

here would be no escape from his cruelty, no respite from the misery of her existence and that all her life would be is a constant cycle of pai

she would be free of th

d away. She pulled it down her head slowly using it to wipe away her tears

ties, is it until they started smelling and giving my ro

m so

urned and said, "A quick reminder, you know I don't like those machines washin

ving time for herself. Tears filled her eyes as she packed it, it was humiliating to her, she was filled with rage, anger, and fury at her parents for leaving her behind to this cruel fami

, they do that whenever they want to gossip about something that is not something n

ely but what's her deal, does she have so

I know of", the

es it's because of the constant yelling and nagging and b

n as she looked towards Clarisse and wore a new expression of pity, " Ever since my arrival in this house, there's o

r cousin?", She was s

ome a maid in the house, barely fed, barely clothed, she's always walking around on her feet and no one dares

they?", She a

ly three

be tatter

No

No

her, she took good care of them

ople the only

t probably give a damn. And the people

hy everyone calls h

r that, that'll

and rolled her eyes, " have they ever treated her nice? You know, on Chris

nd wash clothes. They've never given her gifts or bought her clothes, beat her mercilessly at any opportunity they get for any mistake, while their bratty daughter enjoys all the luxury,

she was so surprised cause there wasn't

ng, I feel so

perfect opportunity to get

ing married to, I bet she doesn't know herself and we dare not

e getting m

on't te

t is it some fuc

fucked up family, the husband is a defi

at?

mouth, her eyes widened like she just heard some freaking horror story, she wished she could run to

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The Billionaire's Fashion Designer
The Billionaire's Fashion Designer
“In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?”