The billionaire's curse

ntbrush hovered over the canvas as she tried, once again, to capture the image that had been in her mind for days a bur

n a gift. Bills were piling up, rent was due, and the only thing keeping her afloat was her

ing anyone, and her neighbors never bothered to check in. Hesitantly, she walked to the door an

und. She frowned, bending down to pick it up. It was thick, high-quality paper, a

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of curiosity and suspicion, she brought the envelope inside and carefully opened it. Inside, there was a

y your painting. Trust this

ntings in months. No one had even shown interest. She crumpled the letter up and t

at the letter had been more than that. It was almost as if

xpected happened. The usual rush of customers walked in as she wiped down the tabl

he said. "I'd like to buy that

he'd nearly given up on. The one she'd only hung up because it was t

sked, her voice barel

's exactly what I'v

bers, blinking in disbelief. It was more than she'd ever

embered the lette

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