Billionaire In Broken Pieces
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hone and went to my photo gallery. As I scrolled down, I came across pictures of my ex-girlfriend, Clara. I had once planned to settle down w
Year
from me, Lucas? Can't you tal
y you're implying. She's not even in my class; she can't be my wife. It's you I want-all of you," I replied, unaware that Daisy was standi
ve never loved Daisy. I
she froze upon hearing those words. After process
k to her again, I'll do it," I promised. When I glanced out and saw Daisy walking away through t
justified her actions by saying she did it for me. Whenever they crossed paths, Clara somehow made Daisy feel l
ralia. The news spread quickly, and Clara began acting strangely.
e early, and I was surprised. She rush
pen again," she said, and I readily accepted her apology. She then offered me a tea that I had neve
tea daily, and I eventually as
your immune system and serves
n a dinner date tonight," I said, embracing her
to a fancy, upscale restaura
cial location beside the window, offering a beautiful view that would make the date unforgettable. Clara and I t
t. "Babe, thanks! This is the best da
an by that?" I
happy. Let's dive in before th
up and knelt halfway, retrieving a small box from my chest pocket. "Clara, you hav
atrons around us began to cheer, ch
which you know, and to be honest, you are impotent. I can't marr
nd whispers rippled through the crowd. Just then,
eliciting gasps from the patrons; several p
, my friend. Lucas,
have you been playing me all this time? Have you been toying with my feelings for all these years? I
p, I still loved him. Dating you was just to make Mike jealous. I tr
three whole years, th
you have no hidden relations
my childhood friend; you will regret this
o my car an
e when suddenly
lided with a truc
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eaming about the same weird dream: I'm having a wedding with a
a faceless man, for crying out loud? Are there no eligible men left on earth that I would choose to marry someone without a face? Even if he is wealthy, I still wouldn
; dreams like that might come true, but in a different way. That's why it felt so real to me, but to me, it is still just a dream. A dream will al
nd myself. I climbed off my bed and walked into the bathroom
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