Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right

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my limbs contrasted sharply with the ache in my chest, which intensi

n't cry, I si

w pale and still. Memories of their warm smiles and laughter

ips together, stifling the sound. The sympathe

whispered, attempt

erk. I forced myself to relax, turning to face the perso

her, lips curved into a small, sympathetic smile. Yet, it

or your loss,"

ot to cry today, especially in public. Although my eyes were already sw

he added when she realized ho

shooting through me like knives piercing my insid

ts fell into a coma. My life was never the same, from the tragic news of

y, managing a strain

departed, leavi

r girl... She must be devastated and broke

partners, not family. My brother's abse

stung with tears and the numbness on my limbs was spreading faster. With one last look at my parents, I pushed throu

y through the foyer, year

Carlos's firm voice

t in the living room with his wife–Claudia beside him, her red lips curle

My voice trembled because

read the will. Come here; don't waste m

o claim the inheritance? Despite our distant relationship, I never k

them, my legs heavy with dread. I di

tinue," Carlos urged, his

ech, the estate, mansion, and hotel belong to Mr. Carlos Lewiston." He re

nsides twisted in agony. How could

ed on the will, "Mr. Carlos can share wit

hope, but it vanished wit

nails dug into my thighs, seeking physic

at is all. Please excuse

d his wife, their piercing eyes

ur place," Carlos said, his

fear mixing wit

or your husband's house in a few hours,

k. "W-what did you just

to leave this house. You've always wanted to escape, haven't you? We've

led, and I glared at them. Unable to contain the anger

right to decide my life?" I deman

language and tone, or I swear to G

noticed Claudia's shock and linger

best for you. You don't have the right to qu

r brother. Not after what you did to me, and what you're still doing. I'm not a rag doll

n my spine. "How delusional. You

Ava. Pack your things and leave this house within two h

Feeling vulnerable and unwanted, I whispered, "

cut through me

to your will, Carlos," I declared t

of the living room, tear

led from behind,