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ffs around my wrists. I still felt a little dizzy though from the after effe

uffs around my wrist with a dog leash, and instead of giving a reasonable answer to my

t I kept my mouth shut, unsure of the reason h

at young King paid for you? He paid a whopping sum of twenty million dolla

hat unreasonable amoun

anyway, “ever since the history of this auction house, no

id about someone buying me for twenty million dollars. The price w

rupted when he pulled at the leash aro

ains to ventures, wanting to squeeze him unti

ldn’t. I had made a promise several years ago to a woman I ha

eyes; and I wept quietly, with my thoughts in a mushy disarra

was what I got for murdering an i

reverie when I was pushed into a b

andsome young man. He looked to be within his mid twenties and had t

y, looking around the car but avo

that look in his eyes that was

suddenly looked away from me to talk to the driver, and

, I could feel it from the way my skin tingles and fr

g felt d

him, this familiarity that

me. I squirmed again in my seat and looked away, suddenly fe

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that he was taking me was q

course of the ride, while the young man, the source of my discomfor

alt in the driveway of an extremely beautiful mansion. It looke

ng openly at the ginormous house

er me and slowly took out the dog leash from my neck at a

felt like I had imagined him touching me. He flung the car’s

oo, trudging after my mate on wobbly legs, but he

with a group of people who looked like pa

nt, but from this distance, I still didn’t miss the ob

lf, staring at the obvious

nd as soon as they had finished talking, I followed closely b

h ceilings and golden walls. A majestic chandelier hung from the

ticed a very large beautiful painting occupy

more than six years old. She had glassy green eyes and w

iful; and in a way, I w

e painting, rubbing my han

t the painting shook me to the core. It was the fact

before, I would’ve sw

me here, only to find him already staring at m

wly, pointing at the beautifu

tion, and tilted his head slowly

s voice sounded incredulous. It made me wo

iantly, looking up a

u Brynlee?” He asked softly, staring down

k in confusion. T

g up at the painting that seemed to draw me

of confusion on his features. He looked like

red, but I shook my head indignan

He asked, pointing to the painting, “Do you not recog

think he was crazy until I noticed him stari

, taking a few steps towards me, in frigh

in confusion. My response made him stop abruptly in his tracks, a

anage, do you?” He asked suddenly, ma

an or

been to an orphanage!

immediately, he held my face in a tight grip, making an arr

e me?” He asked again, and

in a way that we breathed in the same air. I immediately shook out of

et go of me, his

me suddenly as if I had a plague, and walked up

obably knew me, but regardless of how hard I tried, I