After The Los Angeles Billionaires

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s vibrated through my skull, making my teeth ache. I tossed off the covers, the chill of

years. His frail body looked fragile, like it might shatter if I touched him w

erformance to convince the world of our love. But I knew the truth. I had married him for his wealth, his power

tion was exhilarating. We would spend his wealth, live lavishly, and laugh together, free from the struggles

e old man's wealth, his assets, and his investments. It was all mine now, or at least, it would be soon. Th

o play the role of the loving wife, the devoted caregiver. But it was getting harder, the mask sli

demons in the past, and eliminating them had always brought me a sense of closure, of relief. But this one...this one was different. His presence had been

rinkles on his skin. His face was old and

loudy, and he stared right through me. The air around him sm

elt creepy. I shuddered when he opened his mouth, s

going back to him. I was stuck

ide the heavy curtains to let in some moonlight. The co

n's money and the nice things it bought me. But when I looked at him, I felt sick. His mouth was open, and hi

I had made for myself. But for now, I was stuck. I had to stay in that f

and freedom I used to feel. I thought about Sam and fel

a bird in a fancy cage. I thought about the old man sleepin

d tired and worn out. The spark in my eyes was gone

I knew I couldn't keep living like this. I h

mind again, but I knew it wasn't easy

elpless. Would I dare attempt an

a constant reminder of

ain. The sam

feed him... Ugh, that part still made my skin crawl. It was the most disgusting thing a youngster lik

leeting moment, I saw a glimmer of the man he once was.

said, forcing

d. I spooned the cereal in, trying not to t

now. Caregiver, co

an's life before me. Was he ever happy? Did he have a family that lo

Did she love him, or was she just like me, using him for his money

m aside. I didn't care about his past. He was just

g his every move. I knew his routine, his habits, his

g to care about his well-being. But it was all an act. I

d no idea he had been chosen for destruction. I had manipulated my wa

d this for months, and the anticipation was exhilarating. We would spend his

ring companion, the innocent bystander. It was a delicat

n my spine. He was a prize, a trophy to be w

arge of his finances, I had access to everything. The thought sent a thrill through

– the designer clothes, the fancy cars, the opulent m

I pushed the doubts aside, focusing on the benefits. This was my ticket to

were clouded with a mix of confusion and dependence. I

soon," I said,

stared at me no co

couldn't shake off my unease. Another day, another routine. I wa

ck to reality. I hesitated, my heart skipping a bea

voice tremb

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demanded, trying

red me, its tone dr

Watch out."you are closer

hroat. My mind reeled. Who w

you?" I